You say you long for a person,
but sometimes what you truly long for
is the experience waiting to happen between you.

The atmosphere.
The recognition.
The release of uncertainty.

Because desire changes shape
when you no longer fear how your presence will be received.

Then attraction stops feeling like pursuit
and starts feeling like entry.

A doorway opening.
A shared current asking to be lived, not analyzed.

What if the feeling was never meant to stay untouched?
What if longing was designed to move?

Not possession.
Not ownership over another body.

But contact.
Connection.
The moment magnets stop resisting attraction
and finally allow themselves to meet.

Some feelings are not ruined by expression.
Some only become real once expressed.