Longing is not a feeling but a structure. It has load-bearing walls and rooms you cannot enter. It has windows that face in only one direction: backward. In Romanian, the word 'dor' carries a weight that 'longing' cannot. It is homesickness for a place that may not exist, a person who may not remember you, a time that never quite was.
I have spent years trying to build a language that can hold this architecture without collapsing under its own weight...