You sit across from me in the subway, on the opposite side. On the opposite seat, in the opposite row, and with a few seats in between. We couldn’t be much further apart. So why do I still feel you? How can you possibly reach me, from so far off, with so many people all around? Do they feel the same? Do they feel you the same? Do they hear your thoughts, as I do? I can’t imagine, no.

You and I are different.