I can’t discern anything past the inebriating effect of his touch or the vigorous beating of my heart at the thought. I can’t shake this qualm of yearning and patience can’t compete. The back-burner has lost it’s fervor and self-medicating has become too expensive. Willpower is a limited resource, but I’m too resilient to cease persistence and too stubborn to deem this an unattainable goal. The exhausting chase of an elusive heart has left me unable to fathom the situation and therefore reluctant to draw a conclusion. Admittedly the answer is clear, painful, and ineluctable. There’s less intricacy than I believe. The issue is my disposition of feeling too deeply and thinking too much. Indubitably - just as Di Vinci claimed - simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.