Christmas is fast approaching once again, and I can’t help but look back with a sort of grimace on my face. You’re gone. The past is a was that is difficult to resuscitate.
I look back to the image of you. A happy family brought together by the common yet most powerful thread: love.
Today is another year’s end. Another chapter closes in this life. Yet somehow grudges still seem more important. Somehow pride still swallows love.
I look back to the history that we find so hard to repeat. I look back to the was that we were, and I can’t help but wish… can you be here?