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Hutch's Inner Thoughts - #1
Why?

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Sonja H. van Schalm

   Starsky, why do you put up with me? Why do you always listen to my constant complaints about everything? Why do you hold me when I need to be held? Why do you put up with my behavior, when I can't even stand myself? Why, Starsk? Tell me why? When I insult that Striped Tomato of yours, that red thing on wheels you call a car, you just shrug your shoulders and grin. Sometimes I have a hard time understanding you, buddy. You let me vent about everything. Even when I think I've crossed the line, you're still by my side. You tell me: "Get it off your chest, Hutch. If you don't, you'll be even more impossible to work with."

   And, of course, you're right, partner.

   I don't say it often, Starsk, but I think it's time I told you that you're the best thing that ever happened to me. You're my partner and my best friend. You've been my lifeline many times. You kept me from giving up more than once. You made me take a good, long look at myself and showed me that there was more to me than I realized. You love me as much as I love you. And what we do, you and I, is what friendship is all about. You told me once to listen to my heart a little better and let it speak for me more often. Then I wouldn't ask silly questions like the one I'm asking now: "Why?"

   I know the answer, Starsky. I've always known. I just didn't take the time to really listen to my heart. You accept me for who I am and what I am. I couldn't ask for more.

THE END