“If you’re certain the possibility of the words “I will always love you” being spoken in your frame of existence is so apocraphyl that you’ll wouldn’t even be able to hear them whilst eavesdropping on a conversation at a romantic restaurant (table for one, and yes, you’ve tried), perhaps you should see if fire still hurts. Go to the stove and hold your forearm over the flame. If you scream, you probably still exist. … By the way, if you do exist, you’re still the only one who knows it.”
Well, the spot on my right hand where I burned myself has started to blister, so I probably do exist… Even if I am the only one who knows it.