Just like a cowboy, it takes one to know one.  We kept telling the folks whatever they wanted to hear. We made it all seem unscathed, as though it could pass for love, and somehow we're just pretentious actors. We always had some tricks up our sleeves. I once placed such a deep faith in the art of conversation. But over time, the line between us keeps breaking up, no longer functioning as I had once hoped. We struggle to find the right words to reach one another. Our words kept finding their way into voicemail, and neither of us has really taken the time, to listen to the voices left unspoken.  There is something rather peculiar about sharing the same space with someone, yet feeling as though an entire universe stands between you. And that's what led me to believe that our hearts have wandered further than our bodies ever could. Finding our way back has become increasingly difficult because the code to understanding one another keeps changing. I find myself wondering whether I...