I hate this. I really hate this. I hate how perfectly good you make me think you are there for me and then you leave me gasping for air. I look at you and I don't feel you. Where are you GOD? Where are you when I need you? Where are you to tell me it's k, I am here. Where are you? Maybe keeping hopes and having them crushed is what my whole life is going to be about. I don't want to lose her. You have to understand that GOD! You do, don't you?