Four days ago, those words made me crumble. I turned to stone, worn and weathered. Pieces of me, they fell as I cracked and deteriorated. I remained stone, watching myself coming apart; helpless and unmoving. A tension grew; a swelling, as though I would explode from the inside out. This pressure, it continued building up; a burning wick inching nearer to the explosion. Today, you broke the barrier. That simple, seemingly insignificant question. I can't tell if it put out the flame or served as a catalyst to the demolition. Whichever, it doesn't matter; as long as you are here.