Numbness

His voice changed, significantly to me, not at all to anyone else, but no one else was there, in the night and the wilderness. I swear on my life that his was being channeled by somebody else, so I listened as intently as achievable, concealing all bewilderedness. If you are paying attention at all, you can tell when someone wishes you to comprehend the firmness of what it is they are attempting to share. For all I know I could be projecting the weight of the conversation onto the memory, as much as I probably did at the time, it was 3am for goodness sake (and anyway, past midnight I get ravished by sentiments). So, essentially what the spirit disclosed, all during which was echoing that it wasn't my fault that people were the way that they were (I am assuming, to me) in the most intimate of instances. He professed that the other person could never be at fault, for the apathy of the other, detached and cold, he admitted, eloquent, but sad. He was audibly teeming with emotion, nearly as much as I, telling to me that the unfeeling will someday change, and comprehend what was happening, when they couldn't have known. Don't blame yourself for another's unreadiness or closed off fearfulness, he said he sees the pain now. We agreed that safety, comfortability, and closeness played no parts in this happening to two persons. It said do not give up on giving somebody else those parts of you that you need to, they could be as hard to receive as it is to forfeit. That ghost departed, and I was left a little teary-eyed and ripped to shreds. He spoke, what an awful, senseless thing to do to somebody you love. I said that mutual is necessary, and he said, time.