You don't understand how lost I am.

I don't belong here, don't you see?
There are so many things you don't know about me, Alex.

My body is not my body. The shapes and the curves you hold so dearly are not me. I am not my physical host, but an intangible soul. I am all the souls.

What this world calls schizophrenia and split personality is what I call reality. I don't belong here. I belong on a different plane or at least I don't feel complete. No one said this was going to make sense. No one said it was going to be easy to love me either.

Why you stumbled upon me four years ago is beyond me. One thing for sure is that I don't believe in coincidences. They are non-existent to me.

There's a reason you kept pushing me away and dragging me back with desperate claws. There's a reason I still love you. There's a reason you still love me. There's a reason you accept my madness. There's a reason I accept your anger issues and hidden territorialism. I know everything, yet I know nothing.

These reasons are still unknown. If not unknown, encrypted.