Why does it seem like the most special people in our lives always leave so fast?
I miss each and every moment that I spent in their arms, hearing their voices speak and whisper in my ear, always bringing me the greatest of joys, that I can feel content and complete.
Yet it never lasts.
I try to hold on with all my might to every tiny piece of them that I can lay my hands on, wishing I could simply hold on to them and never let go.

If I close my eyes, when I am alone, I can feel you with me, touching me, telling me I am not alone.
Who would run with me? Who would pick me up and shelter me from the rain, stay with me when I am at my worst? Who would make sense of this life that does not seem right?