There are a select number of people that give you that ache...the desire to know them, to be their friend, to spend time with them. A twitterpated sort of feeling, except it's not reserved for romance. You know the people. You don't have to think about who they are; they're already in mind. You see them in passing and your heart is lifted and your face follows suit. They brighten your day, every day. You see them succeed, and you're ready to shout it from the rooftops. Time together is never long enough; instead of making goodbye more palatable, time together makes you more unwilling to part. That ache grips your heart and you don't know what to do with it except find some way, any way, across deserts or oceans or pits of flaming lava, simply to be with them. There's no other cure, no other solution.
I can't imagine the ache that grips His heart... I am that ache. I am that important. Neither deserts nor oceans, death nor life, angels nor demons, height nor depth, present nor future, nor pits of flaming lava will be able to separate me from His love.
...Can I have a "Mmhmmmm!"?