There are things I want right now. None of them are dire. None of them are necessities. Just simplicities that my heart is telling me.
I want long hair. I want to be able to feel it swish across my back when I wake up, and get dressed. I want to hear it brush against my jacket as the air becomes brisk. I want to feel it whip me in the face as the wind whistles in the winter air. I want to fondle it between my fingers, when I’m to bashful to look you in the eye. I want long hair.
I want Hot CoCoa. I want Swiss Miss hot cocoa, with the little marshmellows in the packet. I want to sit on my back patio with my hot cocoa, wearing a sweatshirt and mittens and my warm winter hat, and drink my hot cocoa. I want to play loud music, and sit and drink my hot cocoa. I want Hot CoCoa.
I want someone to hold my hand and kiss me, because they can. I want someone there, to look in the eye, and tell them how I feel about them. I want someone there to meet after school, and walk down the hallway with. I want someone to text. I want someone to talk to, to flirt with, to feel towards. I want someone to hold my hand and kiss me, because they can.
I want to get away from this place. I want to be alone; alone long enough to meet a whole group of new people. I want to be alone, to become friend shipped. I want a new beginning. And, not to start over because of something that happened or something at all. I just want to adventure into something new, something uncharted. I want to get away from this place.
So, Santa if you’re reading my heart’s true Christmas List, just take a step back and put yourself in my shoes. These are the things that I “want” right now. I don’t want cloths. I don’t want gadgets. I don’t want possessions. I just want to be, well I just want to be.