Dear Somebody I Used To Love,
This is the second year I've dreaded Christmas Eve and Day. Out of all of my eighteen, almost nineteen years, I had never loved a holiday more, until things happened.
Maybe I'm being silly with the whole Scrooge act, but I cant help it. It hurts to much, A.
You don't understand. I wish you did. Alas, your probably sitting on a couch with your new love in your arms, drinking hot chocolate by the fire in your moms living room, watching Home Alone. Our faviorte all time Christmas movie.
I wish you a Merry Christmas, A.
Love,
Somebody You Used To Love_________________________________________
Sad, again, I know. I'm depressing. Who knew I had it in me? Mostly all of my books are about blooming romance and humorous banter between to enemies. Not this....stuff.
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