I choose to believe you have a soul. I see you, and the right thing to do is believe that you are the same as me - believe that there is something that binds us beyond the perception behind my own eyes. You can look at me and tell me that we have a bond, and I will feel real feelings and cherish you until I die. But my reality is that you are my fantasy. Everything around me is a fantasy. The world does not revolve around me, but I cannot comprehend that it is beyond my creation.