This is a year of christmas that didn't particularly bring much joy, instead, I felt as if an unseen force was pressing hard on my chest, choking me. Add another dose of melancholy, that's how this christmas passed. As I was bathing last night or rather this early morning at 5am, I suddenly thought of him again. And how the past two years of christmas passed. The first christmas was a tiring one, he tucked me into his bed and asked me to take a nap after christmas lunch while he went about entertaining the guests in his house. The second year of christmas I was like a mad woman organizing everything, ensuring there was food and drinks, plates and cups and basically keeping everything in order. The third year of christmas I'm alone. It is times like this that make me wonder and ache to talk to him, to ask if he was well. From what I heard, there isn't much progress on the new girlfriend's side. After everything I've been through, I really hate myself for wishing that things could be different, and hate myself even more so for the thought of him passing through my head. If I ever could be honest to myself, I can actually say that I miss him so much it hurts. Everytime any form of emotion could arise, I suppress it and hide it somewhere. I don't want to be caught in the whirlpool once more, but neither can I protect myself from this huge gaping hole in my heart. Not that I haven't thought of distractions, but it really isn't possible. I have nothing left to give. My heart is squeezed dry, and I am afraid that that is how it's going to be from now onwards. Not even time can heal the wounds. And if there were to be anyone else in future, he'll just have to be contented with whatever remnants that he can call my heart. Labels: December 2009