Last Christmas I gave him my heart...
Oh, how I love Christmas.
Oh, how I hate Christmas..
Our Christmas tree has the memories of you and me. I hate this tree, and I love this tree. It remembers how I decided to give you a try, and it remembers how it was left lonesome for the New Year Celebrations..just like you...We were two lonesome souls depending on the Skype connection to live the night that was to welcome this year, the year without you in my heart, in my arms, anywhere. How poor was the Internet connection that night - we got disconnected more than 20 times. The poorer the Internet was the quicker our disconnection stages passed. It took us nothing. I remember me at the airport, I remember me getting blind with the tears in my eyes. I remember me saying "We did not get each other!". Over. That was it. Easy breezy.
I bear the responsibility for us losing each other, and, believe me or no, I am happy for that.
It just hurts like hell to find the unsent Christmas card for you today. It kills to have a glance at it and remember your big palms stretched to give the unaccepted card back. You wanted me to keep it. I do. It hurts to hear "our" songs. It hurts to move on.
It hurts to remember the fun and the tough, the love and the hatred.
It hurts to close the page once and for always.
Last Christmas I was happy with you. This Christmas I am happy without you.
But no matter where I swim, I see the white fishes I want to show you. No matter where I drink coffee, I remember you not loving my doing it. No matter where I take photos, I remember your photos being sent to me when I was far...and that happened too often...
It hurts to see some traits of you in other men. It hurts to feel being followed and to know by whom.
It hurts to let you go.
Last Christmas I decided to give us a chance. This Christmas I give you a chance to be happy with Her, I give me a chance to be happy with Him. You will be happy with Her. I will be happy with Him. We will have the great time. We will have the kids and stuff. And one day, I have no doubt, in a city park you will meet me and say what you always used to say " You are just great". And I will feel great.
Merry Christmas to you.
Hope you will read this post, as you always used to do. Saying you hate reading my blog, still visiting my sweet pages all about you and never telling me anything on it.
Get the unsent Christmas card and let us be happy- you with Her, and me with Him.
Oh, how I love Christmas.
Oh, how I hate Christmas..
Our Christmas tree has the memories of you and me. I hate this tree, and I love this tree. It remembers how I decided to give you a try, and it remembers how it was left lonesome for the New Year Celebrations..just like you...We were two lonesome souls depending on the Skype connection to live the night that was to welcome this year, the year without you in my heart, in my arms, anywhere. How poor was the Internet connection that night - we got disconnected more than 20 times. The poorer the Internet was the quicker our disconnection stages passed. It took us nothing. I remember me at the airport, I remember me getting blind with the tears in my eyes. I remember me saying "We did not get each other!". Over. That was it. Easy breezy.
I bear the responsibility for us losing each other, and, believe me or no, I am happy for that.
It just hurts like hell to find the unsent Christmas card for you today. It kills to have a glance at it and remember your big palms stretched to give the unaccepted card back. You wanted me to keep it. I do. It hurts to hear "our" songs. It hurts to move on.
It hurts to remember the fun and the tough, the love and the hatred.
It hurts to close the page once and for always.
Last Christmas I was happy with you. This Christmas I am happy without you.
But no matter where I swim, I see the white fishes I want to show you. No matter where I drink coffee, I remember you not loving my doing it. No matter where I take photos, I remember your photos being sent to me when I was far...and that happened too often...
It hurts to see some traits of you in other men. It hurts to feel being followed and to know by whom.
It hurts to let you go.Last Christmas I decided to give us a chance. This Christmas I give you a chance to be happy with Her, I give me a chance to be happy with Him. You will be happy with Her. I will be happy with Him. We will have the great time. We will have the kids and stuff. And one day, I have no doubt, in a city park you will meet me and say what you always used to say " You are just great". And I will feel great.
Merry Christmas to you.
Hope you will read this post, as you always used to do. Saying you hate reading my blog, still visiting my sweet pages all about you and never telling me anything on it.
Get the unsent Christmas card and let us be happy- you with Her, and me with Him.
