A little too late.

Last Christmas I only wished for two things: for him to miss me so badly, and for him to want me back with all his heart. I figured I've been a good girl all my life, so I deserve a wish come true on Christmas day. And hey, Santa did grant my wish. But he was a year too late.

Here you are telling me you miss me at the time when I have given up missing you. Of course you and I can't be together coz you clearly belong to someone else. But thanks for telling me you miss me, because you know what I felt when you said those words? Nothing. I expected butterflies..fireworks. But really, nothing came out. Not even a half smile. I can't even blurt out an "i miss you too" because that wouldn't be an honest answer. Because you know what I really miss? I miss the person that I was before I met you. The person whose happiness isn't dictated or dependent on any guy. So somehow, Santa made me realize that the things I have wished for in the past may not be the things I would still want in the future. Thanks Santa!