December 24th, 2010
Dear Ashton,
Its Christmas Eve today, and I wear of my father's clothes; his favourite verdurous soccer jersey embellished in ivory stripes. It smells like him too; sweetened chocolate and spicy cologne. It's as if he is here with me, engulfing me in protective hugs, saving me from the desolation I feel within myself.
All I really did today was settle into my cozy bed, enveloping myself in a chunky reindeer blanket; watching festive Christmas films. At first, it was quite enjoyable; then it was tiresome and uninteresting, as I had realized I'd been drowning myself in holiday spirits. Minutes after my recognition, Adam abruptly skedaddled into my bedroom and chuckled at my lifeless body.
He told me that I should be occupying my time in spending the day with my friends, and so I told him that people are egotistical monsters. Then he told me to read — as I always do — and I told him that I had already accomplished in doing so. Later on, he advised me into helping my mother with the Christmas Eve dinner and I told him that I'm a bad cook. At last, he concluded to amuse me with his insignificant tales.
Adam told me of the girl he first had loved; him being in Year Ten, and she, being in Year Nine. He told me that they were acquaintances, though he adored the way she played the violin — the way she placed such a captivation in her own melodies.
In a way, it reminded me of you. You enjoy tapping in rhythmic beats by playing on your drums as you sang. And sometimes, I feel frustrated, because I want you to show me the side no one has seen before. I want you to be the person who drastically changes my life, positively — the person who is able to make me happy, and I, for you. I want you, and not just the bits and pieces of you, but all of you.
I ended up zoning out of Adam's stories because I was thinking of you. And when I think of you, every other thought douses from my mind, only left with you.
Suddenly, my mother called me down then, immediately pulling me from my reverie. So we ate dinner together, in preparation of leaving to my grandmother's house tomorrow morning.
It'll be fun tomorrow. Not because of the gifts and presents, but because of the Christmas festival, where there will be holiday frolics. Just thinking of it makes me tingle in joy.
And Ashton, I hope you have a marvelous Christmas, because you deserve the world.
Yours truly,
Nova
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