He was a part of me. Unbreakable. The other half of my heart. But sometimes it seemed to me that I meant nothing to him, although I knew that his coldness and detachment were his comfort zone. I know that his behavior is the result of past traumas. But I receive so little affection from him that it hurts. Even now, after several hours of our physical intimacy, I lay at a distance, with my back turned to him. "Dakota." He called me quietly. And I responded just as quietly.