It didn't make sense to me. It never did. I never understood why. Why I felt this deep desire, this need to be held, to be loved, to be wanted. Why I would give my heart fully to others, but always felt them leaving long before they decided to go. Why I still chased after this in person after person. Why I was never full. I knew God was to be the love of my life. But I felt like this place in me, this (what I thought was) weak place that craved an intimate love could only be