And I would do it again...

I'm sitting here again, you are only a room away.
I can hear your every word, separated by these thin walls.
Every word you speak to him is putting more walls between us while crashing mine to dust.
Why are you here and not with him?
This is a safe place, and he is not.
But you have chosen to remain with him while hiding with me.

And I will do it again.
Is this love?