Such word for such suffering feelings that one must bear.

  Yearning is a way to describe the love that one cannot reach to, just like how we are trying to reach for the sun with a pair of waxed wings. The warmer you feel, the more those wings are melted. The closer you get to the sun, the easier you will fall onto the ground with such height. However, knowing the brutal truth, the heart cannot be stopped to yearn for what it wants. The mind refuses to interfere since it knows, the heart is no longer willingly to listen to anything anymore, at this point.

  Humans instinct is to reach for the untouchable, doing the unthinkable, including yearning for the love that we only can wish for.

  It is painful but also, so beautiful. To keep on loving what cannot be ours, to enjoy the gorgeous rose while pinning onto the sharp thorns. To love and be loved sounds like a luxury for the yearners since life does not allow them to have that luxury. Still, it is hope, a small spark of flame for the one wishes for its warmth.

  Yearning is a tragically beautiful kind of love.