The most as you’ll ever go, is back where you used to know.

It seems impossible to know what I want. Like I never have, and I never will. When considered in such broad terms, what I want becomes one of those overwhelming, self-defeating, unanswerable questions. I mean, how can we ever really know what we want? Especially when so little in this world seems worth wanting.

But it doesn’t have to be that grand. It doesn’t have to be that...complicated. On a more simple level, there are things I have always wanted. I have always wanted the feel of the sun on my face; the feel of the sand under my feet. I have always wanted the sound of the ocean in my ears, and the feel of salt on my skin. The taste of good food. The company of good friends.

I want these things. So even if it seems that I seldom want the “big” things that most people seem to value, well then, screw it. This is what I want. And though it may not always be easy, and it may not always feel good (what does?), I know that I want his arms around me; the feel of his body wrapped tightly around my own.

What’s simple is true.