Today I felt beautiful; I liked the way my shirt wrapped closely around my body and the way my tattered old jeans made me look young and refreshing. The sun shone and warmed my skin, making it glow a small golden glow. Novel in hand and tea by my side, I felt good.
But despite how great everything was, something was missing.
I wish I had an explanation.
I wish I had reasons to believe.
(Alright, so I still want reasons to believe.)