Once upon a time, for a split second- I knew what I wanted, and it was a simple want enveloped in a difficult situation. I was in a foreign land, gazing upon what I believed was perfect for me. I don’t know why, or how I ever came to know that, but it was there that the course of my life was mapped out clearly: on a beach in Mexico at midnight. I know at this point, all my desires would never come to fruition, and that I was dealing in idealisms. But, for months on end, and even still, I wonder about what would have happened had things been different.
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