"What Do I Want"
by Brit
Author Comment: Huh, sitting at the computer, staring out
the window at the snow falling....here's what popped out...
“What Do I Want”
One of the guys at the station was getting ready to play
Santa Clause for some school and asked me what I wanted for Christmas this year.
What do I want…
I'm standing here looking out the window at the darkening
sky. It's raining again, sleeting
really. The roads'll be a mess in the morning. And there's a bunch of condensation on the
pane. The moisture there collects into
a small circle and runs down the glass like a tear.
And I think of you.
Think of how hard this week seems to have been on ya. You always get a little down around the
holidays. But for some reason this
year's harder. And I don't know how to
make it better for ya…
What do I want…
I want you to be happy.
You deserve every second of it.
I want to be sure that you know that I'll always stand
beside you, no matter what. Where else
could I be?
I want you to not hurt so much. You don't deserve what's thrown at you. I wish I could protect you better.
I want you to see yourself the way I see you. Then you'd know how incredible you are.
I want you to know how proud I am that you're my partner,
how honored I am that you call me friend.
How blessed I am.
What do I want…
***
The telephone rang, breaking David Starsky out of his
reverie at the window. Running his
hands across his face, he moved through the darkened apartment to the telephone.
"Hi yourself.
Me? Nothin'. I'm…I'm not doing anything."
~Brit
12/17/00