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No matter what happens to us, even if it's truly the end that we feared, you'll always be the one person in my life who made everything about me truly worth living for...
xxxxxx
The cold wind blows harshly but I know it will come to this. It's nearing the end of November, in case you're missing out with what's going on around you. It's to be expected. This is near the start of the coldest season in the country, after all.
That's right.
Starting November, various people prepare for the most wonderful holiday of all. Christmas songs play on the radio, decorations hang and display for many people to see, Christmas trees of various shapes and sizes, items to buy and prepare as gifts to their friends and loved ones...
One can see the people getting busy about all these. One can also see how many people in the world loved the arrival of the Yuletide season.
Those are nice, and I admit that. One can see someone's worth in the person's heart with just the items you will buy as a gift or to the song that one dedicated to a certain someone.
But then... This season also reminds me of something else. Something special. Something wonderful. Something painful. Something heart-pounding. Something heart-wrenching. And something that's definitely beautiful, I like it more than any fairy tale stories they will try to feed my mind.
And yet... I won't deny that once in my life, I've come to love fairy tales. I loved the idea of Prince Charming and happy endings in the form of happily ever after. But life has never been like that at all. It's harsh and painful once reality struck. Reality let you face what life really is to everyone.
I've come to learn that... because of one person.
It's because of him that I learned how I want my fairy tale to come true. Far different from how I exactly imagine it, but still a beautiful one to recount over and over. He made me realize what fairy tale really is in real life.
I don't know where to start. Every time I try to remember it, I can't stop myself from crying. But the tears that form as I remember them fall for a few reasons. I'm happy, to the point that it's overwhelming. I'm sad, one that makes me think that things will remain hopeless. Most of all, I'm hurt when those tears fall, to the point where I can't bear the pain and I blame the others for making me feel that pain.
Nevertheless, I tried my best to cherish them all. It's the only way, after all—the remaining path to let myself know that they all happened. It's a way for me to realize that it all happened, that they all became so real to me.
It's a wonderful memory that will tell me for many years to come that someone has finally fulfilled my long time Yuletide wish for myself...
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