Longing and crushing are somehow related, as they both wear off after a while - at least if not somehow reinforced.

Longing, however, can apply to about anything you desire,where crushing is typically focused on a member of your preferred sex, and (some say) it is at it's heart about the thin to non-existant chance of sex with such person. So some say.

But I'll tell you, I am really longing for a shiny female robot to do my bidding, bring me cups of espresso late at night, and I would imagine that I could also have a crush on such a robot. mmm. some kind of Barbarella mixed with Emma Peel robot.

Okay. So this time it's not just words, you know. This time it is in my gut. If I could show you a picture of the way it was twisted, you would know what I meant. Still, try to see it like I say.

My heart is like a scared rabbit. Hopping erratically. No. My eyes suddenly scrunched up and wet, trying to get a clearer image in my head. No. My hands clenched around a pathetic piece of paper, crumpled because I am trying to hold on to something nowhere near this room.

No. I mean a whole damn wave, exactly like they say it, a beautiful cliched wave of longing. I did not really believe these waves existed but they do. I just felt one.

Longing - Matthew Arnold

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

After wandering aimlessly through the site for hours, the depression and loneliness that I'd been feeling all day were starting to set in even deeper. Considering I'm one of the happiest, most carefree guys I know, it's a big deal that I'm upset. Strolling down winding and twisting lane of emotional, personal, lovedrunk articles and posts, I found myself almost in tears. I cannot remember the last time I cried, from pain or otherwise. It has been too long. I simply do not feel pain anymore, I have transcended. I left pain behind a while back, that day I decided to change myself. That day I started to evolve. But now, as the results of yesterday set in, I am struck by a bleak and oppressive emotion.
A longing...
I miss her already.
All the missing and loneliness that should be stretched over the coming weeks has instead hit me in an instant. Maybe it is because of how it happened, maybe it is because of what we had planned, maybe it is something else altogether. And now I am left here, at 3:30am, having not eaten much today, having not slept, getting mad at myself for possessing an ounce of teenage drama. I hate it when I actually have teenage drama. I prefer life to be simple, thus I don't overeact to things, or take things too seriously. Yet somehow, it has happened. Not the first time, I wouldn't lie about that and say I'm completely drama free. Everyone has some emotional outbursts. But I always feel hypocritical when it happens. Especially this time.

Long"ing (?), n.

An eager desire; a craving; a morbid appetite; an earnest wish; an aspiration.

Put on my crown; I have immortal longings in me. Shak.

 

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