december 5, 2012
dear adam,
it's that time of year again.
the time of year where you like to play classic christmas music on vinyl and reminisce on past holiday seasons.
drinking champagne, we'd dance in our little living room to twelve days of christmas. at "five golden rings" you'd spin me around, and I'd always get a little dizzy.
one year you actually bought me five golden rings.
of course, I insisted you'd spent far too much on them, that I didn't need five golden rings to make me happy. I don't even want to know how much money you spent that christmas.
but you loved the way the gold glinted on my hands and refused to let me return them. you'd said you would give me all of the gold in the world if you could.
I used to spin at "five golden rings".
now I look down at my bare hands, my half empty glass of champagne, and I drink.
YOU ARE READING
letters to adam
Short Storydear adam, here are all of the words I wish I'd said before our love was lost forever. sincerely yours, aimee
