I spend most of my thought cycles seeking out refreshment. I'm rarely not drinking something, be it water, Gatorade, coffee, coke, whatever. I feel I could ingest Lake Superior and I still wouldn't be sated. Normally something cold washes down my throat and I get a refreshing chill that starts at my core and breezes out from there, but now my insides stay uncomfortably warm. The constants in my life are few and certain, and this... thirst. This hunger. It extends beyond simple nourishment. I hunger for love, for companionship. The hole where they belong is filling up with fluid, stifling my breath. My heart feels like its too big. Like my lungs are constricting its movement. That's probably bad. Give me someone to love. Give me someone who will give me her heart.