Author Note: This is my first attempt at writing a drabble. It was just something I thought the other night when thinking of ideas for a new story. Please review and tell who you think is talking and who they are talking about. I think there are at least two possibilities.
Disclaimer: As much as I love MASH I do not own it. Mash it owned by the lovely people at fox.
Really?
Wanting. Waiting. Hoping.
These feelings are ones felt by a desperate man.
Why must you do this to me? At night, when you fall asleep, I glance at you, wanting to take that chance. If only I could cross the compound to where you are.
Would you let me in?
Do you really love me? You said you did but I see you with others and you don't give me a second glace.
One night I will cross the compound.
One night I will feel your breath upon my neck.
One night we will have our chance.
One night.