written, but never sent.
There's someone I know. Someone who probably doesn't know me. I seem to know him more than he knows himself. I know everything about him and I know nothing at all. There's someone I know who has blind friends around him. Friends who laugh too loud and speak without care. Unable to understand the difference between pain and laughter. Friends who mistake attention for care, jokes for love, and noise for connection. They orbit around him but they never truly see him.
