Is he?

Do I love him so much that I am willing to remove myself from the life I currently occupy, or do I hate his being with another so much that I will do anything for him not to be with the other?
Can my life be so unfilled without him that I am willing to rid my entirety of the ones I hold dearest, or can it be so full that I need to shed bodies in order to keep him near?
Will I become so inebriated with love that I can no longer stand without his aid, or will I become so consumed in my lack of familiarity that I can no longer stand for him to aid me?
Is he the oxygen I breathe while I live my mundane life, or is he the being that removes all of the excitement out of the life I live so carefully?