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What I Really Want For Christmas Isn’t Available At Any Shop
Walking around the busy streets of people hustling from shop to shop, I find myself stopping to stare at the decorative lights that have been strewn back and forth between street lamps.
The thing is that it doesn’t really feel like Christmas at all. There’s no snow. I don’t have to wrap any presents. I sit around and listen to my friends talk about what they got their significant others and pain hits straight in the middle of my chest. Because it wasn’t too long ago I was thinking about what to get you for Christmas.
There was a time when we’d walk through the streets, looking at lights and holding hands even though our mittens blocked the skin on skin contact. And I was happy you know. Like that kind of happy that people talk about around Christmas time. The type of happy that feels almost magical.
What I really want for Christmas this year is you. It’s simple. You could come back and tell me you’re sorry and you don’t know what got into you. I’d apologize too for everything that I did. We’d be able to pick up the pieces of this broken relationship and make it better. We’d be able to make it better right?
Except it wouldn’t be better. Even though we’d want it to be, it couldn’t. Just like when you shatter a snow globe, everything that’s once was put together has…
