Lonely Behind Glass

Dear Delyara, Tonight I felt lonely in a way that had nothing to do with being alone. I answered messages. I smiled at people. I even laughed once at something that was not that funny. From the outside, I looked normal enough. But inside, I felt like I was standing behind glass, watching life happen from a place no one could reach. I do not know when this started. Maybe I have always felt a little separate from other people. Maybe I just got good at hiding it. I keep wondering what it must feel like to be fully known by someone and still be loved. That feels impossible to me tonight.