She's finally here for Christmas--here, visiting with her group for some last-minute promotions before the holiday season wraps up and another new year blooms with festive celebrations of party hats and confetti.

Gosh...has it really been half a year since we've seen each other?

Like, really seen each other in the flesh--so video calls and nightly chats on the phone aren't included, of course. Looking back at it now, I honestly can't believe I've been able to last so long without...well, I don't know. Feeling her comforting warmth next to me when we're lucky enough and end up having to share a bed, touching her silken flesh, breathing in that airy vanilla scent of hers...

I'm getting chills--the good, tingly kind--now just at the mere thought of her and how I'm going to see her tomorrow (just a night's sleep away!), and I'm seriously wishing I could just drift off into dreamland when I spend two consecutive hours just lying awake in the dark.

I'm counting sheep, I'm closing my eyes, I'm trying to stay still...nothing's working, no matter what I'm doing or how hard I'm yearning to just salvage some rest--damnit, why am I so jittery? It reminds me of her, reminds me of the first night we spent together in the same bed...

I was just inwardly bouncing off the walls (just like I was now), squirming excitedly at the utter prospect of getting to be so near her, and yet was instantly soothed and drowsed as she placed a calming hand over my waist and gently at my stomach in an idle pattern of some sort. Whatever it was, it was like magic--without so much as a word, I knocked out maybe five minutes later. She became my remedy from that night on.

Somehow I finally manage to doze off, and Christmas morning blows by in a blur of joyous present exchanging, affectionate hugs, laughs, and teary goodbyes from all eight of my lovely sisters as they all set out to visit their families.

Maybe it's selfish of me, but for now, all that's on my mind is visiting her.

Her, as in Yoo Ara, the doe-eyed beauty who effortlessly has and has had my throbbing heart in a loving hold since the second we locked eyes and will always. God, she's absolutely flawless...I really do wonder what she sees in a cheeseball like me sometimes.

As soon as my knuckles graze against her door, I'm pulled to her and enveloped tightly in those strong arms of hers, in that warm embrace that never fails to kick up erratic butterflies in my stomach. And suddenly, that song...'All I Want For Christmas Is You'...it sounds gloriously in my mind, and it clicks into perfect sense like a key into a lock. My reeling thoughts are sent into a screeching halt at the sound of her soft, melodious voice.

She says, "To the mistletoe." 

Merry Christmas, ladies! Heh, KyungRa are as adorable as these puppies, aren't they? c;