With distance from the object, it only grows stronger. It can drive you to chase after the four winds in search of its reciprocation, and leave you devastated should it be betrayed.
I can't escape the doleful fact that it is presently beyond my physical reach. I am harassed by my memories of its sweet fellowship, and teased by the many displays of those around me who still enjoy its company...and I ache to regain mine.
Like a caged beast yearns to return to its native jungle and thicket, so do I burn to re-live the days of our ambrosial communion, and I ache to enter into a new stage of solidarity with her...
The most affecting force I know is love, in its emotional and deified form. The object of my love is worlds and oceans away from me, and I simply want her back...
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