Lately every song on the radio brings me to that place. I can barely stop thinking. Sometimes I don't even open up my eyes because I know it won't be. So stop it, Liz. Stop acting so crazy.

On second thought, let's go horseback riding. I want to feel the wind on my hair, riding through fields of high grass in the crisp air, my big scarf hiding my face from the cold. I want to go back to North Carolina, have a beer and swim in the lake. Get a little sunburnt and swim a little more to ease the burning. Maybe fly a plane. I want to get a little high and lay in the grass and stare at the stars.

Is that so much to ask!?