When you are not as beautiful as girls ,when you are just a nerd who likes reading books in lunch time, when you have no friends, and when you act like you don't give a shit. Reality suggests you don't. But..You give a shit.
No matter how hard and cool I pretend to be, I can't deny the huge need in me to have someone to love. Someone that makes me feel I'm not alone. I desperately need someone.
I used to tell myself that it will be fine when I move to high school. I used to promise myself to give space for people to enter my life, but I never matched my actions. I was scared from every guy untill I became a loner .It's the last year of high school. I wish someone would try to reach me..but never does it happen.
Christmas is coming closer, it's Christmas eve actually!
The decorations of streets, lights, shops, and red wrapped boxes were labelling the state with Christmas hyms to remind me how loner I was.
Everywhere was covered with honey warm colors, while the small room of mine in the campus seemed to be apart of everything around. It is cold, dark, and full of books here and there.
Mom sent me punch of messages that I coldly replied to, but all her attempts to make me feel not alone failed badly.
I didn't feel like eating or TV I just wanted to sleep waiting the vacation to end.
I played "all I want for Christmas is you" imagining that my boyfriend sent it to me in a link..oh' Santa, give me love, just till the end of the Christmas, let me not die, please Santa!
And I fell asleep while my prayers kept on dancing way up to sky where Jesus could receive them.
"Mays, honey! Wake up you're messing the best part"
I woke up on that deep warm voice and little shake, as my eyelids separated a bit showing a guy's face, it was shoking, but my senses acted like it was normal while my head was saying 'what?'
"I made us breakfast" he grabbed my hand to the breakfast table"
"Wait I'm not in my house!"
"Your not in America babe"
"Where?"
"Canada, they brought you last night"
"Who are they?"
"Santa's assistants..like each Christmas, I'm really sorry, you're tired ,sunshine..we only have this little vacation to spend. I wanna make it perfect"
I was still under the shock, but wait
My dream man was like that, not very tall,Asian, handsome with perfect face and lips..damn,his lips were hell red and beautiful, and astonishing smile, he's skinnier than I want, but wow..was it a dream?
I was in a foggy state of mind to decide what was happening, but my unconscious dealt with the whole thing as I'm used to be with this guy
