She would never leave me. She can't, because she's dead. I loved her so much, I still love her, but she had problems, she was in pain. She wanted to be with me, I know she did, but she was messed up in the head, she couldn't live the life she wanted to live, with me. She couldn't even look at me, I had to set her free. Now we're finally together, she can never hurt me or betray me, she can never cheat on me. She's here forever, just the way it's supposed to be. You see, I was raised christian, and it's wrong to have fly by night romances. She didn't understand that, it was part of her sickness. I had to protect her, from the other men, and from herself. Every night we cuddle, I keep her in a walkin freezer. I bundle up nice and warm so I can be in there with her comfortably. She's still so beautiful. I tell her about my day, she never makes fun of me, or fiddles with something instead of listening, she is perfect, now that she's free from her illness, her mental illness. She can never give herself to strangers, she only belongs to me, only to me. I'm finally happy the way god intended.