I want to travel. I want to try every tea out there. I want to hike. I want to become familar with good wines, and also good beers. I want to smoke cigars. I want to have sex with the man I will spend the rest of my life with, and then eat cheesecake and smoke cigarettes while talking, wrapped in blankets and enjoying each others company. I want to watch movies for the rest of my life. I want to go on a game show. I want to photograph flowers in Europe. I want to have a garden. I want to buy handmade crafts. I want to visit a volcano. I want to sleep in a haunted house. I want to dance in New York. I want to swim in the ocean. I want to make candles. I want to read poetry on top of a building in France. I want to visit a jelly bean factory. I want to get married in a big church and have a big traditional wedding. I want a husband who will never be boring. I want someone sleek and yet colorful. I want to visit a fashion show and maybe just once, spend $300 on a pair of shoes. I want real pearls. I want to go on a cruise. I want to draw in Greece. I want to visit the temples of Aphrodite. I want to dig my toes into the sands of Egypt. I want to breathe the crisp air of Alaska. I want to gaze upon the Northern Lights. I want to be prickled by a cactus. I want feathers for hair. I want to make love in a bed of flowers. I want to be a butterfly.

 I want to fall in love with someone, cause God already knows my heart beats for the magic that is the world. I wish (and yes, I do wish) it would beat for someone else other than myself.

You, perhaps.