Just out of reach

As I sort through these Old Love Letters I find the image of the girl who wrote them to be just out of my reach.

That’s not to say that I don’t remember writing them. On the contrary, they were as vital to me as the air I breathed at the time.

I just don’t remember the girl who use to dot exclamation marks and “i”s with hearts.

And the feelings I thought I would feel seem to be absent (sadness, pain, laughter, etc).

Instead I find myself feeling numb. It’s as if I am reading about someone else’s life.

The numbness is terrifying.

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