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I want to cuddle with someone again. I want to feel the warm skin of another as we quietly fall asleep reading or enjoying musical entertainment. A cool breath blown into my ear, as the sun shines through the window waking my slumber. She holds me close, knowing all of the subtle ways to make me smile. I eagerly await her return the second she leaves my touch.

I'm afraid she doesn't exist. She doesn't understand why I enjoy the aspects of life that I do. She finds quirks in my personality, flaws in my friends, and mistakes in my past which turn her off and lead her away from someone who loves and cares for her more than anything in the world.

In a few days my life will change. It may not seem dramatic to most, but each step involved will go a long way to bringing myself back to life. Concentration, accountability, health and well being will be addressed and are serious components of having a future worth living and worth inviting someone to join in on.

I cried again today. When I see a story of courage, especially related to children in rough situations, I not only feel for the focus of the story and their family, but I feel bad for when I complain over love, money and my problems. The significance of my trials come no where close to a comparison and I feel awful for them.