We Have A Tendency To Put Ourselves

Every Single Ordinary Person Has An Extraordinary Story.

I Wake Up In The Morning And I Feel Like I’m Missing Something. I Know That There’s Something Not Right, And It Takes Me A While To Remember What It Is . . . Then I Remember. My Best Friend Is Gone. My Only Friend. It Was Silly Of Me To Rely So Much On One Person.

Holly Smiled Weakly. Gerry Would Know Exactly How She Was Feeling, He Would Know Exactly What To Say And He Would Know Exactly What To Do. He Would Give Her One Of His Famous Hugs And All Her Problems Would Melt Away. She Grabbed A Pillow From Her Bed And Hugged It Tight. She Couldn't Remember The Last Time She Hugged Someone, Really Hugged Someone. And The Depressing Thing Was That She Couldn't Imagine Ever Embracing Anyone The Same Way Again.

We All Get Lost Once In A While, Sometimes By Choice, Sometimes Due To Forces Beyond Our Control. When We Learn What It Is Our Soul Needs To Learn, The Path Presents Itself. Sometimes We See The Way Out But Wander Further And Deeper Despite Ourselves; The Fear, The Anger Or The Sadness Preventing Us Returning. Sometimes We Prefer To Be Lost And Wandering, Sometimes It's Easier. Sometimes We Find Our Own Way Out. But Regardless, Always, We Are Found.

That Was All Part Of Giving Someone A Piece Of Your Heart; They Ended Up Taking A Whole Chunk Of Your Mind And Reserving It All For Themselves.