Dec. 14, 1997
His hands touch my shoulder and a shiver runs down my spine. An
innocent touch with no meaning, no implications. So close, I can smell
the coffee, hint of his cologne. His breath is warm against my cheek,
he's so close now, watching everything I do. I would do anything for
him, anything, if he'd only ask.
I see the loneliness behind his eyes,
the pain that haunts him. He shares my sorrows with me, just out of
reach. If only he'd come to my side when I am in need, but he sends
someone else. Rachel, Alex, Philip, friends, good ones. But they're
not what I need, not who I need to be held by, why can't he see that?
He'd never reach out, it's not in his nature. He has to be strong, the leader, the boss. Just once I'd like to make him forget all that and come with me, just take a drive, relax, wipe that frown on his face. Smiles are rare treasures. I can't help but feel the warmth from him when he smiles. It's that man I want to be loved by and the former I want to comfort. Just to love the pain away, if only for a night.
It's almost Christmas, I wonder what he wants? Perhaps I'll
take it upon myself to find the perfect gift for Derek. Something that
no one else will think of getting him...
perhaps myself.
Nick Boyle
(by Reets)Hoping everyone has a Very Nick Christmas
Standard Disclaimer: Not my character, just borrowing.
© 1997 reets@vallnet.com
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