We find comfort, we seek the love we know. We find a pattern in the love our parents exhibited. Do you feel discomfort with me? Am I too soft, too consistent? Do you miss the highs and lows of the unknown. You probably can't place your finger on what doesn't feel quite right. It feels too right to ever be right. Too much safety is a disguise for disaster you won't see coming.

Do you think "this love isn't enough for me?"