On wanting the past...

I want the past. A specific place in time that I know is reachable. And I think the most painful part is that it is reachable. Maybe not the time, but the place. I just want a chance to feel it again. It's like falling in love... You just want a chance. Just a chance to feel it again. For me, that is a beautiful little island called Bali. It's not Cuzco, or Machu Picchu, or even Rome... It's Bali. Many people have compared me to the girl from Eat, Pray, Love. And to be honest, I hate that book and movie. I don't want the world to know about Bali, my deepest love. I am scared it will be ruined, and that when I return, it will no longer be my Bali.