In the back of my mind, it died and I didn’t even cry. Not a single tear. Sensitivity never actually left; it was here the whole time. Loneliness never felt lonelier. My heart never stopped aching, my knees grew weaker, my eyes redder every bad day. My body turned bluer and bluer beneath the light that was supposed to be the cure. I hope the years teach my heavy heart how to rest, turn my silent tears into soft rain, and remind me that even dark days eventually fade.