All I want for Christmas…
I miss you. You being here this time did more for us than the past two trips could do, I got to enjoy the mundane everyday things other couples take for granted. We played house and we cooked and baked cookies; we took turns washing the dishes and you helped me with chores; we watched a cliched holiday movie (New Year’s Eve) which I loved and you dismissed as meh, we went shopping and I laughed at the (very adorable) way you looked dancing along to Christmas carols, and us walking along Orchard Road on Christmas Day and being mortified by the crowd, the rain, the construction and the white foam spilling everywhere.
And of course we fought and I whined and you complained and we decided sometimes it is so difficult because we just cannot get along. We do not spend enough time physically to be attuned with the other’s quirks and mannerisms and we don’t fit right immediately, we take time to be familiar with the other and to rediscover how to breathe the same air again.
But I miss you. I miss you so much. I miss you being in my world and I miss feeling like I am so contented just because I have you by my side. The thing about being apart is that slowly I get used to being physically alone, but then having you here throws me off. Every little thing and every place and every secret spot is a nagging reminder that you are gone once again, and I am back in my world alone and missing you once more.
