What I want

When asked a simple question, it should be settled with a simple reply. However, questions to the tune of, "What is it that you want?" deserve just a little more.

The next time you ask of me, what is it that I want, I shall tell you.

I want a friend. A friend who is available all day, without fail. I want to know someone exists who can be there to comfort me without the hassles of being cities away. What I want is come home each day, be greeted affectionately by my dog. I want to not get into the perpetual argument with mother regarding life, career and the insidious tone of my voice. I want to have a life, instead of being told by father that I have none and I should go get one. 

I want someone reliable who will not cancel on me every other day and is punctual. I want to be able to meet this person every few days and sit with them in a quiet place, knowing that at that particular moment in time, I have their full and complete attention. And that I am loved. I want to have a conversation, wherein somebody simply listens, without judging or telling me I have no right to complain. I want to just hang out, looking at new people and places, without the burden of solving all of the problems you face. 

I would like to step out into the sunset, marvel at the clouds, start the sentence - "It looks like.." - and have it finished with a "somebody painted the clouds in heaven." I want somebody who understands and does not comment about my weight or hair or a thousand other things that are inconsequential. 

I want, in simpler terms, to just be. Without caring, without knowing any other way to be.

Comments

  1. DeboleenaSeptember 1, 2011 at 9:24 AM

    *hug* Come down here, you.

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  2. mgeekSeptember 2, 2011 at 12:49 AM

    Someone told me once, no matter what you are or what you become, there will be always few people around who'll love you more than anything in the world...

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  3. A.September 3, 2011 at 2:23 PM

    Deboleena: Soon enough. :)

    mgeek: There are, there always will be. It's the lack of proximity to these people that gets me down.

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