And I long for you. I'll never tell, but I do. I yearn for the stealing of kisses and warm hugs. The solitude without the loneliness, the conversation without the awkward intermission. I dream about my hand in yours, your lips on mine, as we smile like a pair of goofballs. I long for your eyes to latch onto mine, so we can have a second that is just for us. A second to acknowledge, appreciate and admire each other for what we are. And what we could be.