“If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?” asks a young child

What an odd question for a child to ask. Some people would daydream of foreign places; little places where they could escape to their own adventures.

“Australia.” Says one of them. And within their eyes I can see their imagination grow of kangaroos and the wide-open space.

“Italy.” Cries another in enthusiasm, smiling and dreaming of lovely nights and five hour long dinners and lovely music and romance.

“Brazil.” Says yet another thinking of the jungle and animals and exotic fruits.

Yet all these places may sound wonderful and relaxing. And yes, indeed, there are more places they could go on about like Japan, Hawaii, and England. From all over the world children dream of these places, waiting for there desires and dreams to take flight. For adults the places they wish to go would be pretty close to the same as children. And even though they won’t admit it, they too look through the eyes of children and dream about these things.

Where would I go? I know exactly where. It’s not anywhere far, or exotic. It has no special accommodations or wild animals loose or even sand between my toes. Out of the entire world the only place I want to be is in his arms. Though it may sound boring to some or make others feel happier for what they have, that is where I want to be.

If you were to look at him in a crowd of millions some people wouldn’t even notice him, some people would think he’s cute, some would simple scoff and mumble about their own bitter life. Yet to me, he’s an angel. Maybe he’s not perfect, and yes he might not talk much, but you just don’t understand him like I do. I fit perfectly in his arms, my head resting against his chest and his arms around my shoulders as I wrap mine around his waist.

Though he may not know it, even though he may pay no attention, as I’m in his arms I’m the happiest woman in the world. There is no way I could possibly be happier. As I’m there I close my eyes and thank god for letting me come close to him, or even feel this happiness inside me. There is no other feeling I possess and no other thought I can think of except that I love him. I love his scent surrounding me, his warmth, his gentle eyes staring at me, and his smile. Oh his smile, just thinking about it makes me want to cry in fear that I’ll never see it again.

Maybe I’m crazy; maybe I’m just stupid. But I don’t care what anyone thinks of me anymore. I’m trying as hard as I can to make him happy, see him laugh, see him smile. Yet even though I know he may not feel the same, he may hate me, he may want to shoot me, I’ll do anything to make him happy.

Even if it means to leave him, to let him move on I’ll do it. This sacrifice of mine is hard and a challenge. Up to now, it’s not as painful or hard though. His happiness is what resides inside me now. If letting him go is what I have to do to make him happy then so be it. Nonetheless, there are over a million places in the world that one could dream about, or one can visit. The place I wish to be, with all of my heart seems out of reach. Still, aren’t all places we dream of going out of reach somehow?

Hopefully one day, I pray, I’ll go back to the place where my heart longs to be and once again be happy.