𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | merry christmas

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A few weeks later,
Friday night...
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I never realised how quick time goes when you spend it with someone you throughly get along with. Someone you fall so deeply for.

Michal and I have been making the most of my time here, ignoring the fast approaching day that I fly home to Australia. The day I leave is going to be hard, I bet I'll even cry - knowing me. It sounds silly, seeming I only met him 2 months ago. But like I've probably mentioned before, 'a person in 2 months can make you feel what a person in 2 years couldn't.' And I will forever live by that. Especially since Michal proved that to be right for me.

I leave in 2 days, on Sunday. Michal and I haven't spoke about it much as it's not the happiest of subjects. But when we did bring it up, he always assured me that he will continue contacting me every chance he gets. He's also been looking at flights to visit me as soon as his last game of the season ends. I think I believe him, but we will have to see.

4 months apart may do us good in some sense... they always say 'absence makes the heart grow fonder.' Which I believe in also, even though I can be clingy. It's one of my worst traits...

It'll be a good time to focus on ourselves and see how the long distance goes, also to see how we feel about one another now that we are forced to live apart after all this time. At the end of the day, he hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend anyway - so maybe he's still wanting to give it time as I'll be leaving and it won't be until May that he sees me next. I did hope that he asked me before I left, but I never would want him to feel rushed into something he may not be ready for and also distract him from hockey just to worry about the perfect opportunity to make it official. It is what it is, I guess.

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2 weeks ago was Christmas day, Michal and I spent it mostly inside, lounging around in our pyjamas listening to Christmas music while cooking popular Christmas foods from Australia. That being just ham with a few sides like potato bake and salad for lunch, adding some fresh seafood to graze too. It didn't particularly suit the weather we were enduring, as I've only ever experienced Christmas to be in Summer. So, a cold, fresh lunch was always a good choice to eat with family. But even though it was Winter here, I still wanted to give Michal a taste of Australia... food wise.

I also made a small trifle dessert for us to share after he made me a Christmas dinner that originates from Slovakia. It was so good that I made him promise to cook a Christmas dinner for me each time, if we were still 'together' - to which he happily promised, along with more reassurance that he isn't going to let me go, other than go home.

After dinner, we spent the rest of the day watching Christmas movies, cuddled up on the couch with the fire going. We called our families and friends that morning aswell, since they were already ahead of us and were waiting for us to wake up. My mother spent it with my grandparents and aunty, advising me that they had a nice lunch and day on the beach, making me feel a tad jealous that they had hot weather over there. I still can't decide if I like a cold or hot Christmas day yet. And for my Dad, well I didn't hear from him. I assumed he was just spending it with his new wife and their friends. I did send him a message, wishing a Merry Christmas to both him and his wife. But never heard back, still haven't.

I will never understand how a father doesn't even think of his children on a day like that, especially when they message you. Michal felt sorry for me, but I was used to it. My Dad stopped gifting me things and contacting me on holidays at 11. Still standing by 'Well, a phone works both ways.' So I stopped expecting anything from him after a few years of disappointment, it was the only way to not get my hopes up... but I shouldn't even be 'getting my hopes up' that young - he should've continued to be there for me and be a father figure, even though he wasn't married to my Mum still. He was, and still is, just a selfish man.

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