Sometimes, I wish that I hadn’t changed. That I was still young and in love, both with the idea and the idol.
Sometimes, I wish that my personal complications didn’t get in the way of happiness. Those brief little moments when you can literally feel the warm glow of satisfaction on your fingertips.
Sometimes, I wish that I could write about being happy. To know the feel of positive emotion taking form as thought, and then again as language.
All of the time, I wish that I didn’t have to wish for these things.