Think about it;
You have your life going around and it still feels as if there's something missing and it feels as if there's a wrong move to fix.
No, I'm not talking about something romance-like things.
It's just weird, you know.
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” ―Anaïs Nin