Your twenty sixth birthday went past, all the transient romances ceased, your adolescent lust turned into thirst for a more timeless bond.
Never before you met a soul so impeccable; whimsical words born from their fetching fingers, constant supplies of contagious laughter they radiate into the realm, modesty within all the sincere kindness they touch the Earth with, the way they cover their grace with elegance, all the exemplary talents people wish to steal,
all sublimity you can barely touch. When boundaries are higher than discrepancy, bigger than numbers, stronger than faith,
all that is solely out of your reach. Even skins, even the tip of their fingers where affection is preserved for too long,
even the whole lot of things you wish you could caress.
Are they worth the yearnings?