I want more from life.
I want to travel, see the world, and meet different kinds of people. I don’t want to stay locked in a small country, living my life halfheartedly the way society expects me to live it. I want to experience things and live to the fullest so I won’t have any regrets.
I want more, so much more than they do, and they simply can’t understand it.

But, is it more important to stay true to yourself, to what you believe in, or give it up for someone you care about?”
Lisa gives me a warm smile and her hand finds mine on the table.
“There is no right answer to that.” She squeezes my hand hard. “It depends on so many things. You are the one who has to choose, to find the balance between what you believe in and what you care about. It’s a game with high risk—you can lose someone you care about but still have your pride, or…you can lose yourself for someone you care about.” She gets up from her seat. “The real question is—is ‘care’ good enough to be lost for?

Why did you run away last time?” William asks quietly, so quietly that at first, I think I’m imagining it...
“Because you are dangerous for me,” I say in the same tone so that he is the only one who can hear me...
“Because,” I say, but then I stop, my throat suddenly too dry.
7…6…
My tongue darts out to wet my lips before continuing in a hurry. “Because…”
5…
“You could be everything I ever wanted.”
4…3…
“Everything and so much more.

All this time, William doesn’t move from my side, his hand surely and confidently glued to my waist like it belongs there, one piece of a puzzle that matches the other, making the picture complete.

I want to see friends more and travel more.

People move around so much in the world, things get lost.