He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied.

If we are to talk in the language of social constructions, then the construction of the very concepts of the social and the biological must also be elucidated.

How anxiously I yearned for those I had forsake

This is, to me, the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world. It is the same as that on the preceding page, but I have drawn it again to impress it on your memory. It is here that the little prince appeared on Earth, and disappeared.

Look at it carefully so that you will be sure to recognise it in case you travel some day to the African desert. And, if you should come upon this spot, please do not hurry on. Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.

So...what do you want to do?"
He didn't even have to think about it.
"Kiss you again.

I decided at that moment that we would find a way to be together. The future was terrifying, but we would face it together...our pelts brushing,our tails twined. Our hearts in love,forever. -CrowfeatherXLeafpool. Secrets of the Clans pg.122