How do you destroy someone you love without destroying part of yourself?

I accept that I must. I accept that I must, but I can’t quite picture the me on the other side of it.

Sometimes, when we love, we love the version of ourselves created by that other person’s presence. Is that what I love now? Do I miss the Hatter that helped create me? Or do I miss a simpler time when I was free in a wild, unbroken land? When I didn’t see the realities and struggles the people of Wonderland endured. Could the Hatter see them then? Or was he likewise experiencing himself as a reflection of me?

That part I won’t know.