December 25
Dear Calum,
It's Christmas, Cal! I know it's your favorite holiday so I thought I'd write you another one of these stupid letters I keep writing. (I'm being sarcastic. I've actually started to enjoy writing to you again, even though you're probably not reading them.)
Anyways, I thought that maybe if you read these one day you'd see this and would know that I didn't leave you out of the Christmas spirit even if you're not here physically. Consider this a Christmas gift for the future... Hopefully.
Nothing new, but it's crazy cold here in Manhattan, if you wanted to know, in case you're chilling in Hawaii or somewhere exotic. It's been snowing like crazy these past few days and it makes me feel like a kid again. I was thinking back to the days where I'd wake up in the morning and immediately checking to see if there was fresh snow in the backyard. If there was, I'd go and wake my dad so we could have a snowball fight together.
Wish you were here to tell me more of your childhood stories that I have yet to hear. I love listening to your voice describing your most vivid memories of what you've experienced, and how animated you get when you get so involved into your story.
My parents sent me another ugly Christmas sweater, which I love. I mean what's the point of having holiday spirit if you're not wearing an ugly Christmas sweater. In fact, I'm wearing one right now, as you could probably would have guessed. Some things just never change.
I hope you're safe wherever you are and enjoying your Christmas. Just know that I'm thinking of you and missing you like crazy.
I love you, Cal... I wish I could say it to you in person.
Happy Holidays,
Lara x
