Dear Santa

65

December 23

Dear Santa,

I don't want to say it was the best birthday ever. It wasn't a sad birthday, though, so it means a lot to me. I wanted to write about so many things, because I thought, writing it on a piece of paper, it would linger. It won't be forgotten. I can look back at it again and again to relive the moment. But I was too tired to even lift a pen.

Kai greeted me. A cake. I wanted to ask if it was his idea, but I couldn't.

He's giving me more reasons to go back soon.

Little did he know, he was enough.

But of course, I won't tell him that.

Why? I don't know. But it feels like it was the right thing to do.

What should I do? And what do I do with this foreign emotions?

M