It’s been so long since I’ve seen Me. I haven’t seen Me laugh, or even smile for that matter. I remember Me used to find gladness in everything, and never saw a glass half empty, but a glass with possibilities. Me used to talk to any and everybody because Me was good people. I don’t know when Me lost that spunk and zest for life, but Me is gone. Me had a way of making you laugh when nothing was funny. Me even gave a shoulder to cry on, a helping hand, and an ear to listen to everyone’s problems. Me opened a heart of forgiveness; and love unconditionally. Me never held any grudges or became bitter. I’m on the search for Me because I’m lost without Me.