Instinct

I'm committed!

Yet I can't seem to find the security I need.

I'm not asking for a lot. I just want to feel loved and cared for.

But that's not what I'm feeling.

Call it paranoia, I prefer to call it instinct.

I can't seem to shake this feeling off that something is happening.

Something that will eventually hurt me.. Deeply.

My instinct is usually right.

This time, I hope I'm way off target.

I hope...