Bucket List

Do you know what it’s like when your only purpose is to be filled up, and you still feel empty all the time? Well that’s what it feels like to be me. They put all sorts of things in me: water, blocks, sandwiches, letters…. It never fills me. I still feel so useless and I’m used for so many things!
Just the other day I was tipped on my side in a patch of grass, and two people came up to me. The male person one tipped me upside-down and helped the female person to sit down on me. There was something different about these people than many of the others who used me, they felt different. I mean I’d felt it before but never this strongly.
They felt full. Not full as in fat from eating. They felt….whole. Not empty. They weren’t missing a part of themselves. I want what they have. I think they got it from each other, that they fill each other up. I think they fill each other up with something called ‘love.’ They talked about it. I’m not entirely sure what ‘love’ is, but I like the sound of it.
So many people fill me up, but I’m never really full. I want to feel like those two people do. I wan t o feel complete like they seemed to. Before I’m crushed or broken or somehow made useless, I want to be filled up with love.