Yearn

How exquisite is the luxury to let ourselves love someone so deeply

Oddly compared to the masochistic pleasure to yearn over them.

To willfully choose our longing and meticulously replay memories just to reassure our love.

Just to stutter a pitiful "I miss you" to the air to directly crash to the floor and echo through our own walls.

But more importantly to ourselves, for stubbornness would never regret the sin of tenderly loving someone this religiously.

Forever live in a cell of ghost feelings till reunited and never comply to our debt.

For that elite warmth within the heart resembled a miracle.