I pine for this name.
And I pine for that name.
I pine for others because that is the existence that this platform is capable of.
You pine for a mere moment of words that may last for a few minutes.
Because more or less likely, they've found another friend that they need to talk to before they can talk with you.
Hence, where the pining originates from.
The pining for simple human with human pleasure.
Because those pleasurable words are as fleeting as the air in our lungs is.