Just a Question To God

I've never asked you for much.
I just want to be loved.
I don't ask you for money, or fame or any material things.
All I've asked is to be loved, to have a family of my own, someone I can share all of myself with until we wither and die and our dust blows out into the universe.
But maybe, love was simply too much to ask for.
Maybe you never meant for me to have it,
just like you never meant for me to have solid health.
Maybe i'm just supposed to be here,
give love,
be sick and die,
alone.

But if that is all you want from me, then why do you flash my dreams before my eyes, where I can almost reach it?
I wouldn't mind if you didn't always tease me with dreams coming true, only to take them away too soon.

I know I have no right to complain, no right to ask.
I am just a small speck in this, your universe.