I used to feel things, so vividly and passionately. We used to just be and that was enough. I used to know, I used to understand. Now I am lost, wondering aimlessly searching for the feelings I once felt. No, not once felt, but once felt the reciprocation of those feelings. Although I was the most miserable and lurking in the darkest places of my life thus far during that time, I was the happiest as well in an odd and slightly insane way. You made me happy, you still make me so unbelievably happy. I felt what I needed and what I wanted to feel the strongest. I continue to feel it, I long for it, but now it feels as if you no longer feel it. I hope I am wrong. I hope that this is just my insecurities playing tricks on me. I hope that this is nothing but a glitch in the dozens of pills I am forced to take every week or the absence of the destructive coping skills I once held so tightly. Maybe it’s not a feeling I’m chasing but us. Maybe I’m chasing us and what I wanted for us. I long for us. I long for you.