Just because I moved on doesn’t mean that I’m not thinking of you. Perhaps there is something about it for me.

I was haunted by a painful desire for her, like the thirst of a voyageur in the desert. My feelings burst. Regret panged within me.

If anything gives meaning to our lives, rich or poor, yesterday or today, here or elsewhere, it is affection. Without it, every bit of philosophical or scientific research will leave us in an existential emptiness. Life is viable because someone, even just once, looked at us with love.

True love is similar to the reverence between the bee and the flower. Giving and receiving are mutually pleasurable.