24 December 2015

You miss me, you said.

Your message sent the day after which I only got today.

You miss me, you said. You confuse me, you did.

Will wait for you under the mistletoe.

I want your kiss to be mine. A shared kiss that's ours.

Happy Christmas, babe. 


This may just be the last we'll be in each other's lives.

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