Do You Even Think of Me?

Christmas is three days away.
Where are you?
Do you even think of me?
Do you even miss me?
I miss you.
You promised me you will spend Christmas at my place since I usually cry on that day coz of how quaint and unhappy my Christmases are.
Will you be the major reason for my unhappines this year? I think you will be.
My phone ran at 3AM this morning. The first ring was hardly over when I quickly answered it hoping it was you. As I said "Hello" the person hurriedly put down the receiver.
Was it you?
I hope it was you. Were you thinking of me?
Despite everything… I still…

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  • An attempt to remember.

  • The author and editor would like to thank the visitors of this site for dropping by and taking time to go through the articles.

    These are simply but ramblings of one woman struggling to retain as much youth in a fast-aging world. With her deteriorating senses and memory, this is her way holding on to as much as she can remember.

    The tone of the blog will most-likely change once she shifts to another phase in life. As of the moment, she claims to be at peace while in hibernation.

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