Damiano was away for three months now. You missed him dearly to be honest. He was your other part, the man you fell in love with. He trie d to convince you to go on your with him but your job was in Rome and he tried to respect it. But even though he was away, he promised to come back to celebrate Christmas with you.
As you sit by the window, the gentle snowfall outside mirrors the quiet longing within. Each snowflake reminds you of the moments shared, the warmth of your presence now replaced by a chill in the air. The calendar pages turn slowly, marking the days until he returns. Christmas lights twinkle, but your heart awaits the brightest glow-the one that comes from his smile.
You find solace in the memories you've created, like the way his laughter echoed through your shared spaces. The scent of pine fills the room as the Christmas tree stands tall, adorned with ornaments that hold stories of what you can call 'us'. Each carol sung carries echoes of your voice, creating a melody that resonates in your heart.
The days may be cold, but the anticipation warms your spirit. Distance may have created physical space, but the emotional closeness transcends any miles. The gift you long for most this Christmas is not wrapped in paper; it's the joy of hid return, the embrace that melts away the separation.
Through the winter nights, you keep the flame of your love burning, knowing that soon you'll be here to share the warmth. As the clock ticks down, you hold onto the hope that the best present is yet to come-a reunion under the mistletoe, where time apart fades into the background, and you create a new chapter of your love story.
So, as you decorate the home with festive cheer, your heart decorates itself with the anticipation of his arrival. Christmas may be a season of giving, but all you wish for is to unwrap the gift of his presence, to feel the magic of his touch, and to celebrate the most awaited homecoming with him.
And, as the snow continued to fall outside, you whispered wishes to the winter winds, carrying them like messages to the one you missed. In your heart, the joy of Christmas was intertwined with the promise of a love that transcended distance, a gift waiting to be unwrapped on the day he would finally come home.
The phone rang, and you eagerly picked it up, hoping to hear his voice filled with holiday cheer. Instead, a somber tone echoed through the line as he explained that work commitments would keep him away for Christmas. "But Damiano, we had planned for this months ago..." Your heart sank, and the joy you had been holding onto shattered like delicate glass.
"I know amore, but you do know how much it matters to me." His words, a mix of apology and disappointment, reverberated in your ears.
In the midst of the swirling emotions, frustration boiled within you. As the tears threatened to spill, you couldn't help but let the disappointment morph into anger. You confronted him, the hurt evident in your voice, questioning why promises seemed to crumble under the weight of work commitments.
