I stand in the need of love. This is my story; this is my prayer. I have had more than most, or at least I think I have. At times my cup ran over, or at least I thought it did. But maybe I should have saved some of that excess and bottled it, had I known that my right now would be so lonely and unfulfilling. I stand in the need of love and know what I am missing because I have been loved. I stand in the need of love, and know that brighter days are coming, filled with love by the basketful, for me and others like myself who stand in need of love.