My Christmas was great. I loved the atmosphere from all of my family members. I loved the feeling of giving, the most. This year was the first year I actually was able to get presents for my family. I'm blessed to have a job that lets me give back to those I love. If I could, I'd probably shed a few tears. I get that butterfly feeling thinking about how happy I made them. Seeing my mom smile from the shoes. Hearing my dad say that I'm a good son. This is the best Christmas so far. I didn't care if I didn't got anything. Just giving is enough. It is the season of giving after all! I love it!
On the other hand. There was that text. How could you? I don't know why, but it bugs me. Truce? I'm sorry, but it's not happening. It won't ever work. Stop trying, please. It's the only nice way I can tell you this. What the hell do you want out of me? Do you like seeing me get hurt? I'm not trying to feel that pain again. So please, give up. It would've been much better if you hadn't sent that text. Cut me out already.
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