Longing.

  Under the starry sky, intoxicated by the silence of the night, I allow the serenity of the moment to be interrupted only by the longing that beats in my chest. It is a soft but intense yearning that somehow has become a companion to my nightly reflections .

  I wish to see you again, not only in the imagination that transports me to days gone by but with the intensity of the real. Each passing day adds layers to this longing, a desire manifested in the small things of life: the gentle sound of rain tapping on the window, the comforting aroma of coffee at dawn, or the light breeze in the air. All these, in one way or another, conspire to remind me of you.

  I dream of the warmth of a hug. That hug which transcends, that envelops the soul and brings with it the promise of a quiet yet eloquent affection. I long to feel that moment when words become unnecessary, and the heart opens without reserve, surrendering to the universal language of human touch. Only there, in that suspended time, are the longings soothed, and the anxiety of distance briefly dissolves into tranquility.

  I yearn to share with you the smile that arises unplanned, spontaneously born from the simplicity of being in your presence. These moments are a reminder of the beauty of finding refuge in the small shared pleasures, in the complicit jokes, and even in the silences that say more than a thousand words could express. This is how the smile blossoms from a soul complete in that moment.

  And so each day passes, nourished by these emotions and expectations, guided by the fervent hope that, when we are finally together again, the longing will have turned into memory, the desire into a sweet realization, and the smile, into a steady companion on our shared journey. Until then, I take refuge in the stars, seeing in them the bond that keeps us close, waiting for the day we will no longer be two distant points in the vast canvas of the universe, but a constellation formed by reunion.

  By: Patrick Vieira