Think of me, think of me softly...

H: "Why are you here?"
M: "This is where I'm supposed to live. The real question is... what are you doing here?"
H: "The door was open..."
M: "I know. She left it open. Still you didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"
H: "Well I saw the faint light glowing under the door and thought that it was curious."
M: "Curious? In what way?"
H: "Well, I have seen your door before and never has it had light behind it. It seemed abnormal."
M: "Oh yes. I got this candle recently. It's a metaphor. It stands for my enlightenment."
H: "Were you confused before?"
M: "Verily, but fear not for now I have this candle. Look at it- everything about it is warm and cozy."
H: "Indeed a rather nice candle. So you live here?"
M :"This is where I am supposed to live, yes."
H: "You say it as if you have no option."
M: "I don't. She said this is a nice room and we decided it could be ours."
H: "Who is she? And why isn't she here then? I haven't seen anyone near here for a long time."
M: "She is gone. In someone else's room, sleeping in someone else's bed with someone... else."
H: "And you are here?"
M: "Yes."
H: "Why?"
M: "Because she said this was our room."
H: "Is she coming back then?"
M: "No, I doubt it. She doesn't want this room anymore. Not with me in it."
H: "Then why don't you go outside?"
M: "Why would I? I have a bed here and I have my candle."
H: "What about people?"
M: "What about them?"
H: "Don't you want to meet someone and rely on them. Maybe you could live in this room together. Or you could take your candle to their room. Wouldn't that be better?"
M: "No. I thought I wanted that. I thought I wanted someone to be in a room with, but it didn't work. She was what I was looking for and she said this was our room. Now I will do nothing besides think about us in our room."
H: "You do realize that it's useless, right? You will just die at one point knowing that you've wasted your life."
M: "I haven't wasted my life. Life has wasted me. She was my life. Obviously there isn't much I can do from now on, but I'll always have this room."
H: "But you'll be alone."
M: "People are a bother. They don't seem to understand that it's not right to think only of themselves."
H: "But you have to think of yourself. If you don't then who will?"
M: "Nah, I'm fine. I think of myself as much as needed and rest of my thoughts can go to making someone happy. Someone, who hasn't been wasted by life. It's these small things that make me happy. Such as the smiles of people, who accept my help."
H: "But you can't help anyone right now. You haven't come out of this room in more than a month."
M: "I can't. She said it was ours. There is no us anymore and will never be us again. This is the last thing that I have from the time we were us. If I went out then it would be mine by the time I come back.She left here while the room was still ours and I liked it better that way."