I saw a couple holding hands, just standing there waiting for the light to change and it hit me like a truck, that ease, that casual touch, like breathing, and I remembered I don't even remember what that feels like. I wonder if Pixel even knows I'm here most days, he just wants his food and a warm lap, maybe that's enough, enough to fill the void, but then I see them, those strangers, and I know it's not. I felt something like the bars of my cage getting further away, is that what happens when you stop reaching for them?