sometimes, i just want to go get lost in the mountains of montana, canada, colorado… anywhere that makes me feel like i’m the only person around for miles. to carry my life in a backpack. to feel the wind playing with my hair, the sun on my shoulders. to get caught in a torrential downpour. to feel the vastness that is a wilderness. alone.
unwashed hair. no deodorant. no makeup.
being purely what i am. no more, no less.
i’m kind of afraid that one day, i’ll call you and tell you everything i’ve wanted to say since we first met. or worse, i’ll show up on your doorstep.
and what if you are shocked by it. what if you don’t feel the same?
but what if. what if, years later, the timing was right? what if you’ve wondered the same?