My Very Own Christmas Angel
Description
Dear Santa
All I want for Christmas is my other half back in my arms, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
I want to forgive the person that took him away from me, I would like tolerance to those who keep
telling me to let go, to give up. I would like my other half to wake up from this coma he is in, Santa I would
like you to mend my broken heart, to take the emptiness away, I know I am awake but I feel like I am half alseep
but without him I am incomplete. Christmas is the one time I see him, the one time he is himself again. If you can't
or won't mend his mind, body and soul then at least let me have a White Christmas, our last special Christmas before
I let him go.
Foreword
Everyone wanted you to move on, to get help, to actually talk. They wanted you to forget the past, to forget the man that made you feel alive. Then your family asked you to forget Christmas, to forget about what it means to you… How could your own family ask something like that of you? Christmas was the one time your angel visited, the one time you saw his face and felt his touch again… how could you forget or move on from that?
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