Hey, you out there. Yeah, you. You, the one with the broken heart that I couldn't fix. The one I loved with all my heart and soul. The one I still love. The one who broke my heart and who I should think is completely crazy. But I don't. I miss you.
Hey, you. It's Christmas. Are you alone? Are you not? Are you happy? Are you joyous? Are you the peaceful you want so desperately to be?
Have you let go of your hate yet? I doubt it. It was pretty strong. Did you know I would have loved you through all that hate? I would have. I guess I shouldn't have, for in truth, I am not. But I would have. If you had let me.
One part of my mind doesn't want to be anywhere near you. I ache when I have to see you. I am in pain. I think of you all the time, and it hurts my soul. You are the boulder in my backpack I don't know how to get rid of. "Let it go." Right. I wish I could. I so wish I could.
The other part of my mind loves you. I think of what should have been. I think of what could have been. I hope and pray you'll be around the next corner. I hope and pray and thank God that you're not. Then I look for you again around the next.
This hurts. Merry Christmas.
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