I was stumbling through life when I met you. Unbalanced on the uneven terrain of God and school, and friendships, and family. But you caught hold of my flailing hands, and wrapped your arms around my waist to steady me, you said. But now, I'm stumbling through the internet, looking at pictures of you and them. And I waver, As I imagine you with her, and me here alone with my phone. You said You were busy, Which is why there was no reply. But why can't You be busy With me?