Every December, I look for him again. And yes, I find him… Whenever, I look for him, he's there...
Been two years since that day in December but I still make it a point to walk through those places where I had been with him. I remember every moment of that day. Every single bit of it. I go through those memories in my head once in a while because I have to keep the memory of that day as alive as it would have felt had it been possible to turn it into reality once again. Not that I will forget if I don’t remind myself. His goodness makes it impossible for me to forget him.
Every December, I take out the same dress that I had worn at our last meeting. For the rest of the year, I keep it away in my closet. I wear it to feel those moments that I can never have back, to feel him. I’m wearing it now as I’m typing this.
As I’d walked away from him that day, I had known that we would meet again and yet I was crying. I was the first to walk away because I didn’t want him to see my tears. Today is different; I know we will never be together again. The tears haven't ceased to flow.
He was in such a hurry that evening and yet he had come to meet me. The meeting had lasted hardly a couple of minutes.
I remember I’d said – “it doesn’t make sense to travel all that distance and come here when all I get is to hold your hand”
And his reply – “even if I have to come double that distance for a glance of you, I will. For you’re worth it.”
But every December without him is yet another proof of the fact that we will never meet again.
Every December, I miss him more.
Every December, the cold distance between us grows.
And I feel the pain grow too.
For more on the background, you can go through the other pieces I've posted here. I almost always write about "him"...pretty much all the time.