There wasn't a need at first. Even if there was something, it was nothing more than a mere desire for something you never had. Curiousity, maybe. But somewhere in between, you sort of grew an extra space for that. Regardless what it turns out to be, the space does not fill in by itself. Sometimes if you're unlucky, you just might be left... incomplete. Even when you were once whole without it.

I cannot imagine anything worse than feeling happy for something nonexistent.
Don't lie to me.

Just saying.