what I want

Tonight, there are two things I want.

The first thing I want is a park bench.
Wooden, weathered, solid, comfortable.
And with a view.
Doesn't have to be of the ocean.
Could be a simple garden.
Or a squirrel in a tree.
Would you sit next to me, on my park bench?
Would you take my hand and help me watch the squirrel?

The last thing I want tonight: you.
You and me.
You, me, and an entire day for us to spend together, any way we choose.

*another letter from the book 'other people's love letters: 150 letters you were never meant to see'