• Finally, it’s Christmas time,

    The time for love, friendship, family, and the act of giving.

    But, sadly, I’m missing one of them . . .

    Love.

    Yes, love.

    I know, I’m young and shouldn’t be wishing for feelings like this,

    But I can’t help but want it.

    Truth is, I’ve been thinking about love lately, and I think I’m already in it.

    The only problem:

    The person I love is not here with me.

    How long has it been now?

    Two years?

    Three?

    I forget now. It’s been so long.

    I’ve waited for you for what seems like an eternity,

    Asking,

    Pleading,

    For you to come to me.

    But still you do not.

    That’s why this Christmas is sad.

    Because,

    It’s my first Christmas that I’m in true love,

    But my first Christmas that I can’t see you.

    So, here I am,

    Next to my glittering tree,

    Opening my wrapped presents that where meant for me,

    And a silent tear falls down my face

    Because you’re not here,

    And I can’t see you.

    And that makes me sad on Christmas day.

    But, wait, what is this?

    Beneath my tree I see a silver, glimmering present

    With its shining cover and its cold-blue bow,

    And I gasp . . .

    Because I know it’s from you.

    There’s no writing on it to signify who it’s for,

    But I know.

    I just do.

    And as I pick up your present as gentle as possible,

    A tear falls from my cheek and silently splashes on it.

    What’s this feeling?

    It’s so familiar, yet strangely unknown to me.

    Like a faded memory brushing upon my mind,

    Or like a gentle touch from one so close to me . . .

    Could it be?

    From where my tear fell, a transparent feather falls upon the covered box,

    White and shining from the heavens above.

    I raise my head to see the angel that guards over me,

    And the face that greets my wandering eyes . . .

    Is yours.

    Your sweet smile,

    Your soft skin,

    Your perfect, elegant hair,

    And your warm eyes, so cold yet so overwhelming.

    And then your wings

    Gracefully shaped in a protective and surrounding dome around me,

    And from that point I knew . . .

    It had never been that you were not there for me,

    But that you had been right beside me always,

    Guiding me through my life to become the person I am today,

    As well as helping and protecting me.

    . . . And giving me love,

    The one thing in life I cherish the most,

    Especially on Christmas.

    So, thank you, my love,

    For doing what you’ve always done.

    Maybe one day in life we’ll meet each other in person.

    If so, I’ll wait forever for you . . .

    My Angel from Above,

    The only one who’s ever shown me that there’s definitely more to life.

    Thank you.