Sipping my latte at Starbucks that has colored the vicinity with decors of Christmas and looking outside at the beautiful snowfall whilst I’m all warmed up indoor makes me wonder how long do I wait to hear you call my name, to listen to that sweet whisper that gave birth to hope and the will to make and be the change.
Seasons changed, the path I once ventured on shifted, everything that once seemed to be normal turned out to be out of the ordinary, it is only those hands that once caressed me, I long for the most, what happened to us.
I know I led astray, to the things that made sense, in plight of seeking what’s best, you faded away, I don’t remember how it felt anymore, but I know what to do now, someone once said if you were given the choice between choosing what is right and being kind, choose to be kind. That I haven’t forgotten only because you showed me how it is done.
They also say when you love someone so much you become more of the person they want you to be, I couldn’t be, so you decided to endure because you loved me and I was perfect for you.
I didn’t handle it very well though, to you me being perfect wasn’t perfection for me but hideous and presumptuous, hence I have decided to do this my way and I know how it is done, it’s either my way or no way.
Here I’m now, still wondering like a simpleton what was it that I had done wrong. I know you miss me but I’m guessing I miss you more. Every year I’m asked what I want for Christmas, I ask for happiness to the kindred, to the confidants. Well I’d still ask that this and every year but I emphasize on needing you more now. I’ll wait, and that’s going to be my best present ever. Until then I promise to be kind and to do the things that need to be done with whatever strength I have left in me but I will only complete this book of love if we were together in this.
I hope I wouldn’t have to wait for long, come my way.