I remember that one time,

you cried in my arms. It was amazing, to hold you, so much more dear to me than I'd ever intended you to become, and to listen to you cry. You were always so strong, so ready for anything; your sobs rocked us both while I inhaled and kissed your hair. How did I deserve an experience so beautiful? Wherever I go, I have seen enough love to last me. I'm still hungry for more; no longer do I feel a pressing need, but a very patient desire. I'm am content to wait.