Do you know what I want for Christmas?
I want to meet her.
You know… HER.
I want her to be ready to meet me.
I want to be knocked on my ass.
I want to be completely bummed when I get call or text and it isn’t her.
I want the world to feel more electric because I know that she is in it.
I want her to worry about her family, and my family, and the families of strangers,
And to hope that they are having wonderful holiday seasons.
I want her to be tough when she has to be.
But, soft when she can’t help but be.
I want her to call me out when I need it.
I want that to somehow still feel like love.
I want to not always have to say things.
I want her to just know.
I want her to know who she is,
and to be happy with that.
I want her to know who I am,
and to (miraculously) be happy with that.
I want not to fuck it up.
I really want that.
I want her to not be completely aware of how awesome she is.
I want to tell her. Often.
Yeah, I want HER for Christmas.
I want one of those cute little iPod Nanos with video instead.