Everything in an instant comes back.
Branches, sunlight, history, buildings with broken windows.
They pile themselves on top of me.
I want to love someone hard and strong again. I’m so ready to plunge head first into that overwhelming and certain feeling. Stronger than when I was 24. Powerful. Real.
I want road trips, walks, love and laughter. I want the mountains and the desert and the motel filthy sex. I want the moment of looking over in the passenger seat - watching the world roll by. The photographs of each other smiling, sighing, wondering.
I want to love.