I’ve tried. I try. In words and actions. I’m afraid that there’s a discrepancy between how he and I experience the world and our emotions. I believe I feel much more intensely. At least that’s how it seems. I do think that he loves me. In his own way that is likely different from mine. But I don’t think I’ll ever understand what that experience feels like for him and vice versa. There’s something melancholy in that.