The Pit of My Stomach

The pit of my stomach falls when I see some people. Never people I know; just people I want to know. The people with just the right charisma, or stride, or eyes, which make me want to be with them. They pass by me on the street or in the lobby and I want to stop them-- just to know their name. I would compliment their shirt or tell them I hope they have a wonderful day, and I suppose don't need anything else.

Why would I? Shouldn't I be grateful for the friends and the family I have? The logical answer would be yes. The grace of being, and having the opportunity of experiencing the pit in my stomach should be enough. I don't need more than what I have. But other answers appear in my head when I see the right person. With a simple glance, they can have the potential to throw my entire day off. How ignorant and selfish of me to let them.