Sticks and Stones

Winter nights

As the nights get longer and colder, I miss the days you would come over and we would fight the cold. As Christmas approaches, the thought of not giving you anything makes me feel sick. As night falls, the memories of us together come earlier and earlier.

At this point, all I want for Christmas is you. I want one more hot cocoa. One more kiss. One more laugh. One more Christmas movie. As I count these one mores, I hope they end up lasting forever, because the thought of us not being together makes me feel slightly ill. I know my Christmas list is dumb and I won't get what I want, but there's always hope I could.

I replay the memories of falling in love with you. Waiting for a phone call, that I know won't be there. Every love song I hear reminds me of the days we spent together. Of shooting stars. Of starbucks. Of books. Of dancing in the moonlight. Although I wish I didn't think of these things, i'm happy to have lived and loved with you.

Slowly as the holidays appear and I see the yellow lights, for yellow reminds me of you. The lights twinkle just like your eyes did. The happy faces full of love tell me we don't have that anymore. Hearts filled with laughter and smiles say, "she's not coming back for yule this year. not for you."

If only life were like a hallmark movie where we had to teach each other the true meaning of yule. Although I know life could never be that simple a girl can hope. For you, I would wait a life time, but i'm not so sure you would for me.

Here, on these winter nights, I have come to the conclusion that I shall not write for you. You don't have to reply, but I know you'll see this. This is it. Goodbye.

From Mars,
To Jupiter