Depth

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Kahlil Gibran

This has become a favorite thought to me. Not that I would be happy to be separated from loved ones, but that during those necessary times, they grow more precious to me.

When I'm separated from him, the ache seems palpable, physical. My thoughts hurt. I think of things that I must write to him, ideas that must be explored, jokes that need to be shared.

And that is only the very edge of the need that is exposed by separation.

The need to be held, used, and cared for becomes overwhelming and all consuming. It is something that hurts each moment, each second.