Two Christmases ago,
He sent the biggest Christmas card.
He said he was making up for all the cards I sent to him in the past.
He said he was my biggest supporter,
And that one day he would be one without distance.
Last Christmas,
I sent him a pair of thick fluffy socks.
He sent a package of snacks, my ideal mug and a handmade Pooh card.
The sweetest card. The sweetest everything.
This Christmas,
I sent him a card.
He said I was too sweet.
On Christmas eve,
I finally understood what that means.
I could faintly recall the other person who said it to me, when I gave him a maroon sweater from Tommy Hilfiger for Christmas.
He didn't see it coming.
I was too sweet,
Because it was a self protective mechanism.
Because they couldn't offer anything in return.
Because they didn't think of anything in return.
Because they didn't think of me.
So, I finally understood what that means.
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RandomShort murmurs, poems, unsent emails, unspoken words. All chapters are independent.
