Rating: G
Series: One of my Lesbian Snippets.

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Want
Ruth Sadelle Alderson
rsadelle@graphousa.net
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She was everything I wanted and everything I wanted to be--intelligent,
funny, talented--she could draw, write, and sing beautifully--stylish,
and beautiful. And, God, was she ever beautiful. Some days she looked
like the consummate businesswoman, some days like a mom, some days like
a college student, and she was beautiful in all guises.

Of course, that's not what I thought when I first met her. Honestly, I
didn't think much about her then. She wasn't around much and when she
was, she didn't talk much, just an occasional hilarious remark made in
that rich voice shaped by the accent of her home state. Later,
though . . . Well, later, after I'd gotten to know her and had her whole
concentration focused on a conversation with me, well, then all I wanted
was to feel her hands settling on my skin. I wanted her to not just
accept me, but to like me and approve of me. And so when I found some
common ground, I reached for it and hung on with both hands. And I know
I became a bit obsessive and clingy, but I couldn't let go because I
wanted . . . I wanted everything but I would take whatever I could get.
I made a point to talk to her whenever I could. I used to call and
invite myself to join her and some of her other friends for dinner in
the dining hall. She always sounded surprised when I called her. I don't
know if she was surprised to get a phone call or surprised to get a
phone call from me or if that was just her normal phone voice. Even
today, when I think of her, it is as she was there in the dining hall,
sitting to my left, chair pulled back from the table, laughing, and
leaning toward me, just a little.

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The End.
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