I want a holly jolly Christmas this year.

    

Oh dear, what I would give to be together - just the two of us - for an hour.

    

I miss You so.

I miss You in the morning, when I open my eyes.

I miss You at noon to have you by my side.

I miss you when traveling the city.

I miss You in the evening - your holding me close.

I mis You at night - kissing me, having me.

I miss You in my sleep, you're so far away.

I miss You in my dreams.

And then, when I wake up, I still miss You. 

And I miss You again, already and yet.

     

 Now that I have a minute to take a breath and think about myself,

the only thing I think about is You.

You. You. You.

And I'm always looking forward to seeing you.

But when we meet, sometimes I feel like you don't have enough patience to me.

It's like you've had enough, you run out of patience toward me.

I know sometimes I'm childish and impatient too,

but yesterday when you held my arm so tight,

I really felt like a scared child for a moment.

I'm not scared of You.

I'm just scared of what we can be transformed into

if we just stopped taking care of each other on the inside.

      

no time

no time

no time

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