The feeling of being desired.
Every human wants it. Being wanted and loved is just a natural response from the moment we were first born. We look left and sometimes right for people to be there to truly want us, but sometimes they never come. I so often forget that the most important person in existence longs for me always. He is unrelenting in calling and wanting to be with me. He sends me love notes among the sky and whispers of his majestic secrets throughout the nighttime. Why do I brush these acts of affection off as if they were mere sweet nothings made by mortal?