I often ask myself why am I awake at 2:00 AM thinking about how I felt when we first hugged. 'Above many, under the one.' When I whispered your name slowly and you closed your eyes, When I held you tight and you let yourself loose, When I had faith and you believed in us. I often ask myself what do I miss the most, The feeling of being yours or the feeling of calling you mine? The feeling of belongingness, a sense of compassion or a hope of survival?
