all the time

it is not enough to be loved.

or adored.

or admired.

i have long relished all three,
and i have reveled in their sincerity,
and loved, adored, and admired
sincerely in return.

but there is something
which burns greater
and i miss more often
then all the rest
combined.

something much less refined,
but no less meaningful.

it is
to be desired.

…but not to desire,
for i seemingly desire
all the time.

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