The choice between the truly madly loved/love (but dead) and the truly madly alive. It is a difficult question. p.s I love the spanish poem that AR read Forgive me If you are not living If you, my beloved, my love If you have died All the leaves will fall on my breast It will rain on my soul all night all day My feet will want to march to where you are sleeping (your accent's terrible... I laughed) My feet will want to march to where you are sleeping But I shall go on living Jamie: Do you want me to go? Nina: No. Never never never...