Before I go, I look at all our pictures one last time.
I pick up the last one. It's a Polaroid.
She was holding mistletoe over our heads.
We were kissing.
She wrote on the bottom of it.
"Kiss me under the mistletoe 12-24-17"
It was our last Christmas together.
I was surprised when she held the mistletoe.
Usually I'm like that.
I try to put mistletoe everywhere we stand so I can kiss her.
I thought she was cute for doing that.
I was just happy to kiss her.
I look at all our Christmas pictures.
I look at the one's from last year.
There's one standing in front of her tree.
I had my arms wrapped around her.
"Merry Chrysler 12-25-17"
I smiled.
We looked so happy.
I just want to hold her.
I pickup the next one.
We were decorating the tree.
"Don't break it! 12-13-17"
I laughed.
I almost dropped an ornament.
Whenever we picked one up we would yell, "Don't break it!"
I picked up another one.
She was feeding me a cookie.
"Sweeter than sugar. 12-18-17"
We were both laughing and wearing matching reindeer antlers.
I smiled as tears went down my cheeks.
I didn't have the strength to go on.
If I looked at another picture, I would've been a puddle of tears.
I can't wait to see her again.
I'll see you soon, angel.
