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.
