25/12/2025
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They say the holiday season is a moment to celebrate relationships, give love, and live the light of whatโs within. It is a time intended to be forked out with our loved ones, to anticipate the joyous atmosphere over the dinner table, in the presence of the Yuletide carols.
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๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐?
I have always yearned to linger within the soft linen fabric that caresses your skin. I cherished your broken pieces, protecting them with the best of my soundness, for shielding you with my vulnerability has always been the lone choice. As the cold whisper of the evening embraced our company, the idea of etching this into a storybook, driven by the longing to change our story, has always scratched the edges of my mind.
I imagined we would watch the stars align above and beyond, forging our image together amidst an ocean of crowds. I dreamt of plucking stems with you in a field full of warm-toned tulips under the scorching heat. I longed to wander with you on the sidetracks, yelling to the heavens that may the odds be in our favor without exception.
As the raindrops grew heavier with each fall, you coated me, wrapping my body with the warmth of your own. As the mirror began to shatter, you held my handโour palms touching, bringing me an unfaltering sense of ease.
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๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐,โ you declared under the night sky.
๐ฐ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
Your words filled me with so much hope. I prayed to the heavens that let this Christmas Eve frame the very first chapter of our story. The night is getting older, the moon displays its brightest light, and the stars are harmoniously aligned. It is the momentโit should be our moment. In a blink of an eye, just as I pondered that we were on the same page, you dispatched me into a wounded state as you uttered to me your heartโs greatest desire.
โ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐,โ you said quietly.
The streetlights became blurry, the sounds of trumpets echoed as loud as thunder, piercing through my nerves, and the cool breeze started sizzling. I was blankly staring at the sky as if the stars vanished into the dusk. And an odd silence took over the entirety of us, enough to hear the howls of my grieving heart.
Selfless, I am, for the scars I tried to conceal with bandages of my arteries. Selfish, I am, for the scars I concealed, fearing you might notice.
"๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ด๐๐๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
," I said, my voice steady, masking the bitterness threatening to spill over as I fought to keep my composure intact.
Iโve understood the realityโthe truth that our love is not meant to transpire in this lifetime. There were never colored tulips nor romances, and perhaps Iโve fantasized about it all. I was left under the sounds of firecrackers in the sky, deep in the woods walking on the old leaves with rustling wind pickling over my face, telling me that someday, weโll get to meet again, to share laughter and loveโon the next winter night.
Written by: Jahna Par
Pubmat by: Honel
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