The Moon He Could Never Reach

My boyfriend, Jordan Gilbert, was a hollow man. He had almost no wants, no feelings, none of the things that move ordinary people.

In six years together, I had never once heard him say "I love you," and I had never felt a single ripple of emotion in him.

His kisses were cold. His embraces were going through the motions. Even in bed, in the most intimate moments two people could share, his eyes stayed as still as dead water.

Then one day, after a company team outing, I walked out of the haunted house with him.