I want...

I want to write a song. Several. I want to start a band.
I want to see you. You took yourself out of my life for two months, and now you're coming back. I want to physically see you so I can understand that it's real.
I want you to be happy. Not with anyone else, yet, but eventually.
I want to know that she's not pregnant, then buy cheap champagne and spray it everywhere.
I think I want to be in love again.
I want that beautiful slow burn in your stomach when you start something.
I don't want to start anything.
I'm too broken, too not-myself, to vulnerable to believe that something starting would be ok.

But I do miss it. All of it.