Eighty-Three.5

How many other Jack's have there been? I know you've said there has never been another one, but I have a strange feeling that there has been. I wonder if he cried himself to sleep--a dull ache spreading through his stomach and into his throat, after you told him you felt nothing. You hold me, you give me a ring--asking for my hand in yours, and I give it, and I give you my heart, and I pledge my soul to you, and then one day you say "you can't" and I'm crushed, and I want to be numb, but you've taken all the numbness the world has to offer and you've used it on yourself.