I just broke my favorite christmas present.
The holidays are a set up for disappointment.
I guess it wasn't so bad. I always jump in with too much of a positive attitude though; perhaps this is my down fall.
It broke just like the necklace Jeff gave me, the only one he gave me that I liked. The piece of glass slid right off the string when I picked it up, thinking it was still clasped. I knew it was going to fall before it did, but not soon enough before. My hands reacted even slower than last time. It hit the floor and shattered.
Crying changes when you hit adulthood. When you're a child, you cry, and often times you cry to someone. When you're a child you still expect someone to fix it. To buy another necklace, to hide the fallen petals in a pocket, to make everything right.
When I cried it wasn't just for the necklace, which I am certain no one can mend. It is for all the things no one can fix, all of the things I can't really cry to someone about.
I never get what I want for Christmas.
I guess it wasn't so bad. I always jump in with too much of a positive attitude though; perhaps this is my down fall.
It broke just like the necklace Jeff gave me, the only one he gave me that I liked. The piece of glass slid right off the string when I picked it up, thinking it was still clasped. I knew it was going to fall before it did, but not soon enough before. My hands reacted even slower than last time. It hit the floor and shattered.
Crying changes when you hit adulthood. When you're a child, you cry, and often times you cry to someone. When you're a child you still expect someone to fix it. To buy another necklace, to hide the fallen petals in a pocket, to make everything right.
When I cried it wasn't just for the necklace, which I am certain no one can mend. It is for all the things no one can fix, all of the things I can't really cry to someone about.
I never get what I want for Christmas.