It is then, like Nietzsche wrote: “He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.”
It is this very knowing that I love you that I can bear the piecing anguish of waiting days that feel like eons of eternity—
to kiss you once more, and
experience time lose its relevance, to press my flaming chest against your tender breast.
For these reasons among many others that amass like ladders to heaven I await in patience my distant, & warm amber lover.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC
It is then, like Nietzsche wrote: “He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.”
It is this very knowing that I love you that I can bear the piecing anguish of waiting days that feel like eons of eternity—
to kiss you once more, and
experience time lose its relevance, to press my flaming chest against your tender breast.
For these reasons among many others that amass like ladders to heaven I await in patience my distant, & warm amber lover.
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