What a good Christmas week I had in the long while. It’s not about the fireworks and sparkles. Or even about the champagne shower and glamour. It all about being with someone whom looked at you with love in his eyes and that quiet silent between us.
I am truly in love.
The decision to come home for Christmas is the best decision made by far. We woke up to roast some potatoes and pork for family dinner. And to be home in the festive colours of red and gold, and have a scrumptious family dinner, it was blissful.
All of us. Even Andy was there to have a full dinner. It was simple and beautiful. Everyone I love, are together to have a dinner together.
Eating sure brings people together.
Everyone is slowly being closer together, and I am just blessed. Everything just feel so in place, like everything fall in just right. Andrew’s parents are slowly opening up to me, and it’s a warm feeling. Although I have a long way to go, I will take small step and climb slowly into my future.
New year is coming. And exactly one year ago, it will be different.
Exactly one year ago, it’s was butter pain. Exactly one year ago, it was eyes and love. Exactly one year ago, all I felt was heartache.
This year will be different. This year, we love openly and passionately. This year, will be a special when it end.