The Heart's Desire

I think we all live in a world where our hearts are already spoken for. We ache for someone's hands to hold ours while holding someone else's.

Foolish creatures.

Why not go to the one you long for already? Seek them, make them yours.

Because you can't reach them. Not now. Not ever. It's a door shut so tightly, you wound your soul if you try to open it.

Such is life.