I don't know if any of us can recall our first moment of longing that didn't have to do with the ache intrinsically associated with love and all of its desires.
Its unfulfilled persistence in yearning can be both hopeful and defeating. Longing can be romantic, even nostalgic at times, it comes in many forms. Its hunger is capable of igniting a fire so far reaching, that what was once unattainable and distant can now be quenched by the imagination alone.
Longing carries with it the promise of pleasure, its romance is fleeting and will not last, it implores to be savoured in the moment.
And yet other times our longings carry us through some difficult times, allowing us solace and space away from our daily lives.
These yearnings are a profound universal bond that connect all of humanity and nature alike, as it implores us to recognize our similitude. -tM
"That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong. " -F. S. Fitzgerald