“Do you ever think about what I want?”
He looked at me seriously and then said, “I know. I should more”.
I let it go and looked away. A slight breeze cooled the night air and I could see the stars over the fan palm that stands guard by his door. I had wanted to ask him for some time but, honestly, I didn’t know myself.
He reached to touch my hand across the table. I looked into his eyes as he asked, “Well, what do you want?”
I paused, wanting but somehow dreading the question. I searched my mind but found nothing concrete. I looked away and then finally, I answered from my heart. Turning my gaze back to him I said, “I want love to win.”
“What?” he said.
“I want love to win”, I repeated and then added, “In the world”.