A Nobler Doubt

Doubts of your existence flood my mind.  I question whether or not you even exist.  I do not entertain this thought for to long.  There is a nobler doubt in question.  And that is since I must die and everything in this world does, then is this life just a dream that I will awake from when death takes me?

If your presence is inside of me, then will it not be with me always?  Layers upon layers of reality peel away when I contemplate your existence.