longing

There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.

Took long enough,_ she called out, not wanting to admit how the sight of him made her throat hitch, how the man was so gorgeous she lost her mind. __ thought you drowned in the mirror from staring into your reflection too long.

To be human, that's what most of us long for. It is the human which has become myth to us.

Some part of me remembers what snow is, but this is the first time my new mind has seen it. It softens the crumbled sidewalks and turns rusty rooftops white. It__ beautiful. It crunches under my feet as I move toward the house, longing to understand.

Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.

Memories lurk like dustballs in the backs of drawers. The stereo is a special model that plays only music fraught with poignant associations.

You will remember this when all else fades, this moment, here, together, by this well. There will be certain days, and certain nights, you__l feel my presence near you, hear my voice. You__l think you have imagined it and yet, inside you, you will catch an answering cry. On April evenings, when the rain has ceased, your heart will shake, you__l weep for nothing, pine for what__ not there. For you, this life will never be enough, there will forever be an emptiness, where once the god was all in all in you.

... which would enable him to prolong for the time being, and to renew for one day more the disappointment, the torturing deception that must always come to him with the vain presence of this woman, whom he might approach, yet never dared embrace.

For every man there is a deep longing

The sharp light of the stars and moon sliced away her misconceptions and pared down their layers until the feelings that had always existed between them lay bare.

The old longing i had thought dead, rose in me like a flame

It is awareness of both our shared pain and our longing for happiness that links us to other people and helps us to turn toward them with compassion.

When sweet lullabies are whispered into the sky, my heart is filled with with the sorrow of time. So when the kiss of a midnight moon ends, drop sweet nothings to fill my ear. Too many years to be sincere, and too many lost favorites that were never there.A tear or two, and maybe three; apathy is-and may not be me.

There's nothing good about goodnight when it means goodbye.

Sometimes, language is the sound of longing

When i remember your namei know you are my hope.for what ?not for love...'cause i know you can't love me.but i know you are my hope for... Life.Just remembering your smile...i know you are my worldyou shaping my world that became like this...you are my storyNot to be told, But to remember...i love youand... I miss you nowi miss my worldi miss your face, your smile and your voiceI miss you more than anyone that I've ever met-For Enno Indi WP-

I prayed for all his dreams to come true. I prayed that I would always be able to connect with him--even if I was no longer on earth.