"I am given one line of pure bliss and I hold on to it like a child with a safety blanket. I squeeze every ounce of hope out of it I can. Some times it feels like days before I can see how she cares for me. I wish it was daily but if you have to ask for it, it just isn't the same. I wish I knew she loved me as much as I, for her. I want to be someone's world and really feel it. Having to recall random, spaced out moments of love is actually making me feel more alone inside. Is this what love has been reduced to?"