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This Christmas was nothing like I expected it to be and yet it was amazing nonetheless. It wasn't looking very promising to begin with. I was at the folks' but feeling incredibly alone. Having blown a significant relationship, losing Jade, and being far from my new hope (while said hope was dealing with their own relationship issues), I was feeling pretty useless and empty. I know there wasn't a need for it. Plenty of friends had invited me for Christmas and whatnot. But I'm sure most of you know how sometimes even the best of friends can't fill a void that's being felt. That was me. I was ready to skip to the new year, ignore the holiday, even shun the coupleness of it.
D-day... something lit a fire under my ass. Next thing I knew I was on a plane, not willing to wait the day before planned arrival. My only hesitation was that my showing up in that manner might have been pushing things. I didn't let that stop me. Normally I would sleep on flights like this one, I was slightly emotionally drained and anxious but also eager. Eager to see the reaction. To see if it was a welcomed surprise or an unwanted distraction.
It was a very Merry Christmas indeed.
D-day... something lit a fire under my ass. Next thing I knew I was on a plane, not willing to wait the day before planned arrival. My only hesitation was that my showing up in that manner might have been pushing things. I didn't let that stop me. Normally I would sleep on flights like this one, I was slightly emotionally drained and anxious but also eager. Eager to see the reaction. To see if it was a welcomed surprise or an unwanted distraction.
It was a very Merry Christmas indeed.