Recap
We were using it to bring each other happiness; now all it does is make me feel cold, hurt, and sad. Every night before bed, I clutch my pillow and pray that I am loved. I can't go away; there's nowhere to go. Like a newborn fawn with fresh legs, I have no choice but to keep moving forward. Someday I'll be able to go for long walks and be happy by myself or with another person who prefers solitude. The inability to respond tonight may be contributing to the surreal feeling I have. I've lost all sense of the sky's elements, and my heart is heavy with loss of the love we shared. My memory of you and the clarity of your physical form are both fading, so I wish you were still here.
