I have been trying to write a poem for you. But I just cannot think of the words to exactly convey my deepest feelings. Perhaps, at a later time, my pen would once more be able to weave its magic. So, for now, I have written you this simple note for the Christmas.

Christmas is not just a celebration about something. It is more than buying the finest trimmings and the most brilliant and dazzling lights to adorn our houses. It is more than the fine dining that we have with our close kins and friends.

For me, Christmas means taking a pause from everything and digging deep into one’s heart. It means listening to the beatings of our soul that have been drowned out by the din of our everyday living. It means getting back to our real selves and appreciating who we really are.

And appreciating my one true self means being honest to my feelings for you. Despite the months of silence, the insurmountable obstacle that separates us, I should be a hypocrite to say that you are lost in me and that I have moved on. On the contrary, you are still here, imbedded and rooted. Indeed, the wound has not healed, even under the nurturing of Father Time. I am resigned that for this lifetime, you are an integral part of me—never to be weaned away.

I do accept the fact that we may never be physically together. Yet, what should prevent us from communing in our minds and hears through the shared memories that we built in our brief and fleeting moment of togetherness? Even if by chance you have already buried me in the deepest recesses of your sub-consciousness, I, for myself, have not forgotten about you. In fact, I have been thinking so much about you these days, rest assured of that.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!