Maybe Tomorrow?

"What I really want is…" I think about it. I think about it real hard because truth be told, I don’t know what I want. I don’t know why I came here. I don’t know why I knocked on his door and I most certainly don’t know why I’m still here; looking like an idiot; looking as stupid as ever. But then, the thought comes to mind. The memory of me smiling and laughing; him cracking jokes and making me happy. I missed that. "Well, what I really want is happiness. That’s it."