That's what I want

After miles of battling the road, forging up hills, pushing physical endurance, sweating and persevering ... I searched the horizon for the next mile marker ... I had lost count ... was I finishing mile 9 or mile 10? How much further did I have to go? I scanned the scene before me and as my eyes found the red number marking mile 11 I saw him reach for her hand. They were both slow with fatigue and now held hands to draw strength from each other. I watched as they laughed and encouraged each other on.

That's what I want.

I want to know when I'm tired from fighting the fight there will be someone to take my hand in the 11th mile. To walk with me and talk me through the obstacles I face. I want to cross the finish line and in the sea of smiling faces I want to find the one who is there just for me. the one to tell me "job well done" and "I knew you could do it".

That's what I want.

So I continue the race ... I walk with my head held high ... and will continue to search for ...