So today I saw him again. Looked at me in exactly the same way that he looked at me before I went to bed last night. He kept muttering under his breath, “Why don’t you love me?” “Why won’t you let me heal you?” “If I don’t heal you, you will wither and die! I want you to choose to live! I want you to choose to be with me. No matter how you look at it, at the end of the day I am all you’ve got. So I reached into the mirror and his hand touched mine. For a minute, I could see into his soul… and then he vanished again.