Miserable, Not Merry
Yep, you are gone, and I am miserable. We had agreed three months ago to live together, you being the one that said we were the most compatible couple you had ever seen. Yeah, right, you fled last night when I said the three words," i love you". Sorry, you were not ready, but I was stressed, holding my feelings at bay.
Fa la la la la is driving me crazy when in my normal life I would be the happy Christmas person lighting up other's lives for the holiday. So, if you choose not to be mine, I will be a ghost of Christmas past, or just a ship passing in the night. Whichever, I celebrate the time that we shared.
Christmas EVe is my favorite night of the year, the anticipation of Christmas morn, watching nieces and nephews opening their gifts, and this night, I am thinking of you, wondering who you are spending this most wonderful night of the year. Not putting a guilt trip on you, just telling you that I wish you were the favorite gift in my stocking, waiting for me to run my hand down your being, acknowleding the fact that you are indeed my gift of the wonderful future that I envisioned for us.
So for some reason if you choose to return in the near future, becoming the beautiful gift of the holiday, I will be so happy to accept you, my heart, my feeling of contentment, courage to face the day, and above all, the person that accepts that love that I offer.
Not an ending, but a beginning for the two of us and if you have any doubt, look in the bottom of your stocking.