Its an, altogether, natural feeling. Something akin to breathing in how simple and normal it seems. A certain familiarity in everything entirely unfamiliar about it. Obviously, contradictory, yet there's a certain comfort in the unsure nature of the actions it triggers. It, takes hold of everything in your life, dominating it and weighing heavily on all the decisions one makes. Despite that, it provides comfort and shelter and protection from that which harms you.

What is it, however, is a much better question. It could be a thing. Mayhaps it is your home, or a country, or a hang out. Or, perhaps, it can be a person? A girl, a boy, a mother, a father, a baby, a wife, a husband. Or perhaps an action? Is it within dancing or music or running or breathing?

For me, it is simple, lying within the heart of a petite woman who's overly concious and thoughtful.

All I want is something small. Nothing big. I don't want sex, I don't want gifts, I don't want some elaborate surprise or you to remember everything all the time. I don't want you to be unhappy.
All I want is for you to spend a little bit of time with me again. Its been awhile and I'd really appreciate it. Lets get together and make a big dinner. Some noodles and a nice sauce, maybe some french bread and an appetizer to snack on while we cook and snuggle around the kitchen with gourmet hot chocolate filled with marshmallows, all while decorating a tree and talking about christmas. Something nice from the old days.
Go ahead and be upset, but just know that's all I'm asking. That's what I want.