I want to be the perfect temperature of your coffee. I want to be the five minutes of blissful sleep that you receive thanks to the “snooze” button. I want to be that satisfying “ahhh” sound that you make when you understand something that you couldn’t comprehend before. I want to be the street sign that points you in the right direction. I want to be the correction fluid that hides your spelling mistake as you scribble wishes on an important card. I want to be the spare set of keys when you’re locked out of your car. I want to be one of the many butterflies that flits about in your stomach. I want to be the moment of happiness when you realise that you have something in common with a complete stranger. I want to be the sip of water that chases your headache away. I want to be the blades of the scissors that cut that annoying loose thread on your summer dress. I want to be the cautiousness that makes you look twice before crossing the road. I want to be the bobby pin that prevents stray strands of hair from tickling your face. I want to be the light that shines through your curtains each morning, waking you gently. I want to be the polite stranger who holds the door open for you. I want to be the deep breath that helps you maintain composure. I want to help you.
Do I want these things, or do I need them?
