why me, why you, why here, why now?

I used to pursuit for stability. I still do.

I used to dream about one's giving me sick feelings in my stomach. I still do.

I used to wish for the ultimate hug. I still do.

I used to whisper the words I wanted to hear. I still do.

I used to hatch the master's plan for my life with someone. I still do.

I used to stretch the lines of my faith in one's feelings. I still do.


But, then again, you used to give me all that. Now you don't.