You know the way James Franco kisses Julia Roberts for the first time in Eat, Pray, Love? The way he pushes her hair off her neck and presses a single, sweet kiss on it? And then how the romance slowly deteriorates?
I think we spend a lifetime longing to get back the that place. The place where everything is exposed nerve endings and sweaty palms and rolled back eyes. But we never do. Instead we wind up folding laundry in silence and second guessing our life choices.
That’s when some of us know the time has come to pick up and go to Bali, and some of us, while stacking panties and tee shirts and hand towels, make the decision to stay.