I think about you sometimes. When I can’t sleep at night, my thoughts drift. It’s strange how we were so intimate. But if I saw you, you would be like a stranger. I want to ask you so many things. Not to pry, but just in order to understand. I can’t understand you. Most people are like books- easy to read, but not you. There is some deep, unexplained reason why you are so numb to life.

I can’t help thinking that maybe something or someone shook your world so much that your mind has never fully recovered- leaving you in your numb and pessimistic state. Every part of you is tinged with sadness. I wish I could delve into your heart and gain reason somewhere amongst it.

When I see you experience things, nothing breaks the surface. Your eyes, face and body are overcome with a stiffness. I can’t tell if anything even registers…