Forgetting Christmas
Christmas. A time for family and friends for most, a lonely winter day at the office for me. But this year could be different... this year there's HER.
It’ll just be another day at the office. I’ll grab a cold turkey sandwich and a lukewarm coffee.
Same as every other damned Christmas.
I have people who've helped me get to where I am today. They're the closest thing I've ever had to a family, but it’s just not the same.
And this time of year always rubs my nose in it.
Alone again, with the world at my feet and an empty throne beside me, ready for my Queen.
But where is she? Who is she?
A little air to clear my head answers both questions in a split second.
Like a Christmas angel, she appears. Perfect and ready. Willing and able to do what nobody else can or will right now.
Help me remember who I am.
I don’t know if I’ve died and this isn’t quite heaven yet or if she’s an angel come to guide me through to the other side.
But heaven can wait because I’ve got everything I need right here.
Forever.
My angel.
Mine, dammit.
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