Each day I am going through my personal Christmas traditions
Each day you pop into my head and I think I wish I was sharing with you
But I know that it is not to be
I find that it takes time to get through all of this hurt
Unintentional but it comes through nonetheless
I hoped and hoped that you were the final one I would have to seek with
That this Christmas was going to be the first one where I started sharing
Sharing with the one whom would be with me forever
Knowing on the inside that this is not to be makes Christmas more difficult to approach
But it is what it is
All things come and go, even love
Love leaving is indication it is not a pure love, but possibly only a great love
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