Do you believe dreams have meaning?</p>

Last night I was shot and killed. Wait...let me back up.

You found me lying on an interconnected rope balcony, sort of like a
hammock, that hung over a cliff. It was unstable and could break at
any moment. You carefully crawled on, and we laid there in
silence...looking out in the blank abyss and up at the stars. In that
moment, we were lost in time for what seemed like an eternity, sort of
like that couple in Inception.

After a few lifetimes passed, we slowly walked back to the car. You
opened the door for me, and I got in. As you were standing there
before you closed the door, a guy came up with a gun. He pointed it at
me and shot me. You looked up at me and then turned to look at him. I
watched you reached down to the floor by my feet where my bag was
sitting. You handed him my bag. I hopelessly and silently watched as
the guy walked away with my bag and my life. 

 You  walked around to the driver’s side and stepped inside. You
started the engine. I sat there in the seat almost lifeless.

We arrived at the house, you took a shower. Then we
drove somewhere else, and you took another shower. All the while, I
sat there dying from the inside while I waited patiently for you to
finish, wondering why you cared more about taking a shower than saving my life.

I then told you,

"Babe, that wasn't just regular stuff in that
bag. In that bag was every physical possession I had left of our
relationship. My pearl necklace from LA, wine corks from our favorite wines, sea shells from Maine, bracelets
from the beaches of Miami, matchboxes from NYC
restaurants....

Everything...".

At that moment, I realized why I was in
such pain…and it was not from the gunshot. I had everything that meant
anything to me in that bag. And you simply gave it away, without a fight, without even a struggle.

All that was of us was gone when you handed that guy my bag. Everything was lost, and I knew that it was
all over. 

And that is what killed me.