dear____,
It’s Monday today. Which means.. I don’t know what it means.
It’s last Monday before Christmas. Before the Christmas, which I will be spending without you. Without you, without your family, without the tree, without the dinner, without sweets and cookies, without songs, without snow, without you.
If all these things will be missing, what kind of a Christmas am I going to have?
I am so sad this morning I almost can’t breathe.
Oscar Wilde
