Your twenty-sixth birthday went past, all the transient romances ceased, your adolescent lust turned into a hunger for a more timeless bond.
Never before you met a soul so impeccable; whimsical words born from their fingers, constant supplies of their contagious laughter radiated into the air, all the sincere goodness they touch the Earth with, their grace covered with elegance, all the exemplary qualities everyone wish to steal,
all sublimity you can barely touch. When boundaries are as high as 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,
and a whole lot of other things you wish you could caress.
Are they worth the aching?