I'm craving the emotion I used to feel towards anything. The way I used to get excited about Friday. The way a text message from a boy I liked used to make me feel. The way I used to make people laugh and get a thrill out of it. The way I stopped when I was full and slowed down when my heart was beating too fast. The way I craved attention from the right source. The way I cried when I missed my family and swore when I broke a nail. The way I went to the gym because it was good for me. The way I shrugged off yesterday, lived in the moment, and prepared for tomorrow.