As if thinking of you was not enough, I must now attempt to explain this sentiment that overtakes my being when I think of you. Truthfully, it is only then that I come to realize that there are words missing from the English language to adequately express such a sentiment accurately.
To miss you deeply when I’m not with you is common place. A most sincere feeling to want you so earnestly beside me; to seek your touch, even if only for a second, leaves me breathless.
The most sincerest of feelings; a perpetually evolving emotion; the purest form of feeling I can hope for happens when I’m with you.
If only for a moment, I’d like you to know how beautiful you are to me. For now, for always, you’ll hold a piece of me. Because you were a piece of earth in this heaven. You were something I could touch.
You are something I hope to have for an eternity. But for now, in this moment, my heart beats heavily for something you only have. And I’m not ready to let go.