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Christmas trees are magical. I think Christmas is just magical altogether. It's not as special as it used to be though. When I was younger, it seemed so much more important. The feeling. The smell. The taste. Why is it that when you grow older, things fade? It hurts to know that I will never go back to being that little child, with ambitions, hopes, innocence.
Then there are the advantages of growing older. Such as finding yourself, growing closer to your real friends, and, of course, falling in love. And what a wonderful feeling that is. To finally be able to let go.
Even if he were not mine. Even if I didn't not have the privilege of calling him my own or hearing him whisper those sweet words into my ears, I would still settle to just be able to sit there and soak up his presence. To watch him breathe. To watch him close his eyes and wonder what's running through his head. There must be a God. And what a wonderful and intricate God he is to design someone so perfect. So detailed. So loveable. So wonderful.
But luckily enough, I can call him my own. And I will never take him for granted. He is my inspiration. My reason. My joy. What a wonderful feeling. But not just a feeling. The fact of knowing. For the first time in my life, I am content. And confident. And, best of all, loved.
Then there are the advantages of growing older. Such as finding yourself, growing closer to your real friends, and, of course, falling in love. And what a wonderful feeling that is. To finally be able to let go.
Even if he were not mine. Even if I didn't not have the privilege of calling him my own or hearing him whisper those sweet words into my ears, I would still settle to just be able to sit there and soak up his presence. To watch him breathe. To watch him close his eyes and wonder what's running through his head. There must be a God. And what a wonderful and intricate God he is to design someone so perfect. So detailed. So loveable. So wonderful.
But luckily enough, I can call him my own. And I will never take him for granted. He is my inspiration. My reason. My joy. What a wonderful feeling. But not just a feeling. The fact of knowing. For the first time in my life, I am content. And confident. And, best of all, loved.