The small market, the lights, the cakes, the sweets, the sparkling wine. All of those stuff used to be lovely.
You used to love to complain about the long time spent freezing in the street market because she wanted to see any bench. You could say that they did look all the same, that the products are always the same and that there is nothing new there. But she kept walking on each one smiling to the owner because she was able to find something good there.
The lights were so nice because she could tell you that this year the lights are better than the previous year or just different. For you they always look the same but she could tell that something has changed.
The cakes and the sweet are something that make your hands dirty. But she used to eat them laughing because you did not want to get your hands dirty so it was lovely to have her kidding for half an hour about that.
The wine is still good. You love wine. Now you understand lot more about the wine, you can tell if it is a champenoise or a traditional. You can tell the difference between a one made with Pinot Noir or Riesling. But you do not care that much because you can not share.
Share is the keyword.
Share is what used to make Christmas so nice.
Share is the real mean of a relationship.
And now you have no one you can or want to share with. And it really sucks.
All you want is to get hibernated and wake up on Jan, 7th. Any chance to get it?
1 comment:
For some reason you have to live the hell of xmas without sharing without avoiding it. They say that if it doesn't kill you it makes you stronger.
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