yearning

what’s wrong with desiring and loving someone with your whole being?

to know every glance, every wrinkle, every fleeting expression.

to be willing to shake the earth to keep them from walking away from you.

to get lost in the constellation of their eyes when they speak about something they love.

to be wrapped up in their words, tangled in every syllable.

to practice presence —truly seeing how their hair falls, noticing the rhythm of their breath.

to love and care for the child they were, the person they are, the grown version they’ll become, the happy and the sad, the immature and the wise.

to wonder what they’re thinking, what they’re feeling. To long for their heart.

i want to love with such intensity that it leaves no room for doubt—an overwhelming, shameless love.

more often than not, I get told I love too hard. But if I get hurt in the process, how beautiful it is to say I loved with everything I had.

how beautiful it is to love someone so deeply that your soul absorbs a small part of them, carrying it forever.

to be loved is a gift. But to love? That’s the greatest privilege.