You don’t know what you want, but you know that you want. Now, where do we go from here? How do we find the object of our wants? Are we to wander aimlessly until we realize that what we have wanted is not something, but someone? Perhaps, when we have searched… We will find, in the end, that it was you and I; silent in that moment, eager for it all and still hesitant. I should hope that our souls recognize each other, and we can begin to understand this thing called love, that I can hold you and know your name at last, and the warmth of your tears in my hands as I wipe them away; that I can finally whisper in your ear “I am here, and I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you.” and we’ll be… Oh, we’ll be.
T.B. LaBerge // Want (via tblaberge