I want kisses that curl the edge of my feet.

I want looks that linger over weird-shaped glasses but never speak.

I want to feel my hair bounce as it catches the breeze.

I want to find the most beautiful views and never leave.

I want to find new places that look like books.

I want to take long walks and drink from Bubbling Brooks.

I want to pick flowers and keep them in my hair.

I want to dance for hours and forget you were ever there.

I don’t want words, I don’t want love.

I just want to see and be and not think about us.

I want to smell and swallow all the different foods.

I want to scream at the top of high altitudes.

I want to feel alive again – I want to live loudly.

If I could stop missing you, I would do so gladly.