I yearn for you… even though I already have you.
Not from a place of emptiness, but from a love so full it spills over. Because I know you love me — I see it, I feel it, in the way you hold me, the way you stay. I know I’m the apple of your eye, just as you are mine.
And maybe that’s why the yearning exists at all.
It’s in the quiet moments, where I catch myself wanting your gaze just a second longer… wanting to live inside your attention a little more, even though I already live inside your heart.
Loving you feels familiar, like something my soul has done before. Like in every lifetime, no matter where we end up, I would still find you… and you would still look at me the same way you do now.
You are my man — not in a way that binds you, but in the way my heart chose you without hesitation.
And I am yours, just as deeply.
So this yearning isn’t loneliness. It’s devotion. It’s the kind of love that never quite settles, because it’s always reaching for just one more moment, one more glance, one more piece of you — even when I already have everything.
And maybe that’s what loving you is…
Knowing I’m yours, knowing you’re mine,
and still wanting you all over again, every single day.