Certain verbs exert a lot of pull on me. Yearning is one. You’d think that once we got older, we’d stop yearning. But we don’t.
I am like a teenage girl, yearning for that sense of excitement, of bliss, of discovery, of adventure. Back then it was something I sought in boys, in romance, in the surge of sex.
But now I yearn for that elusive sense still. I will throw on a blanket and sit in the dark on my porch, staring at the full moon as if somehow I can find a connection, a touch, a YES, a path.
I will go out. There may be nothing, but still I go.
Tell me about your yearning.