Yearning

An image came to me a few nights ago that represents how I feel about you.

I was curled up, with my head resting on your chest, in your arms. Cocooned in the warmth, enveloped in your scent.

I was just there listening to your breathing and feeling your touch.

I was filled with an ache -- this yearning, a longing for it to really happen. 

It’s something I hold on to. 

In spite of.