Thinking of you

Sometimes one reads something that is so apt for the current emotion or energy.....

"have you really not noticed then, that here of all places, in this private, personal solitude that surrounds me, I have turned to you? All of the memories of my youth speak to me as I walk, just as the sea shells crunch under my feet on the beach.
The crash of every wave awakens far-distant reverberations within me. I hear the rumble of bygone days, and in my mind the whole endless series of old passions surge forward like the billows. I remember my spasms, my sorrows, gusts of desire that whistled like the wind in the rigging, and vast vague longings that swirled in the dark like a flock of wild gulls in a storm cloud.
On whom should I lean, if not you? My wary mind turns for refreshment to the thought of you as a dusty traveller might sink onto a soft grassy bank.
                                                                                         -Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880)