It feels like something is missing: something that cannot be filled by things and my own strength, inviting a (constantly overlooked) temptation to fill myself with some sort of attention/affection from a woman i deem “special”. That’s not what I’m looking for. My instinct is telling me to seek for the missing thing: something unseen, yet stronger than anything. something that cannot be touched, yet is tangibly felt more than anything. something of eternal importance, something that really matter.