I always seem to do it, and I try to figure out why. Excitement for something I have always longed for? Or is it the desire for the ends of situations which at times seems soul crushing. No matter the reason, I always seem to be consumed by the thought of it. Though I may never experience the depths of those thoughts, how can I settle for less then a glimpse.
I may never experience another aching to know all of me. Aching for my mere presence. Trying to think of anything but me, breathless at the sound of my voice. Fulfilled by my smile.
Though I may never experience this, I can not settle for less then the thought of it.