How It Would Be If It Was

You: How do you feel?
Me: Feel what? What am I supposed to feel?
You: You're alive, dear. You're expected to feel something, at least.
Me: Right. So what do you feel?
You: That wasn't my question.
Me: But it's mine.
You: You'll never tell me, will you?
Me: Never is a promise.
You: I feel I'm in love with you.
Me: I'm not feeling too bad.