To whom it concerns:

I've lost my feeling. I've become a sort of numb. Save these moments when I'm entirely melancholy, unable to do anything but sit and stare at nothing.
I'm not sure if I still have the ability to smile.
I'm trying to be strong, to not let it show. But misery has this way of eating away at nearly everything it touches. Can you tell how broken I am?
A worser fate than having no solution to this, I have an antidote. Like a cure to a sickness that you cannot afford. Dangling just beyond my reach is salvation, forcing me to sit here and waste away till that day I find courage and strength enough dislocate my arm and finally be able to stretch across those last few millimeters. A lovely way to picture it.
To whom it may concern, I've yet to have a happy day in the past five months. A content day, without remorse, worse: regret. Longing and heartache are companions of a terrible sort, never leaving my side. I am left to dream about the day when they will be replaced by the joy she brings. I stare into the mirror, wondering where I've gone. Laying in bed before I sleep, I realize I'm with her.
Perhaps this is why my body feels so vacant.