Most of me knows that this is the end for Morpheus and me. a. However, there is the denial.

Denial of reality.

He'll come through--he'll still be there--he'll call. d.

I have mentally prepared myself for the end, but there's no way to do it. I still wish--

I tell myself I don't need him. I have been living a year without him--I can live one year more, and on and on and again. d.

Wishing and needs and wants and love are all different.