"There’s a point you reach when you’re no longer able to feel like you did. Not about a person, not with a certain place, you just can’t feel like you did because that muscle or whatever is just…dead. Or gone. When you’re alone, you might be able to remember it. You might even hear a song that makes you question it. But you don’t have it. It doesn’t exist anymore. It’s dead. Do you understand?"
You just get to that point, like “how did I get here?” Sometimes you just can’t explain why things happen—they just do.