I need a notion.

I doubted her. I intentionally killed her, and alternately killing myself. Where am I when there is she? But she is always beside me, inside me, hidden in a corner, yet I am not condemned of such deed. I had been celebrate and still celebrating and will be celebrating, there is more to come.

I had a notion. And I lost it in just few minutes, I lost everything, including myself, to a world of make-believe , of unpredictable disastrous fantasies.

Yet, I am not condemned.

I love you. Renew me. Redeem me. Restore my infant identity inside me. Purely. Simple.