Dear Santa,
Yes,
I’m in Malaysia, and yes, it doesn’t snow here. I half convinced myself that it
might snow after days of raining and sleeping in just to enjoy that much needed
cold, icy wind.
Who knows it might snow since there’s Christmas magic? If it
did, then that’s not magic, it’s called Climate Emergency.
Aside
from the love and peace I wished for the world we live in, I do want to make a
selfish wish myself.
It’s about a boy.
He
has a beautiful soul, one that is hard to find but harder to keep. I tried to
be who he wanted me to be, and I failed miserably. Worse of all, I failed to
keep him by my side, for the more I tried to be compassionate, the more
vulnerable he felt.
The pricks started to jab into my skin and impaled my heart,
for I realized how dumb I was to fall in love. It got me thinking of a
porcupine.
Sometimes,
a porcupine defends to protect itself from emotional scars. Sometimes, it
defends to protect something that lies close to their heart: the only source of
food for winter, or a child too weak to stand on its own.
Please
give me the strength to let go, for I am not courageous enough to fall in love.
I wish that I can control my urge to say ‘yes’ to every adventure he proclaims
as an excuse to leave the world behind, when it is clearly more than that.
I
wish that my heart will always remind me that I just happened to be the perfect
reflection of the lighted bridge above the sea. A sweet memory that will soon
fade away, and nothing more.
I
wish he would follow his dream, and not let the child drag him down before it’s
too late. I wish I will never be like the child: the kind of lover that couldn’t
stand on its own.
I wish I can be a Saint: one who finds her true reason for living in unconditional love, and in her ability to give without asking for anything in return.
Santa, thank you for bringing joy to everyone
this Christmas. I would also like to wish you a safe journey back to the North
Pole and thank you again for reading. Merry Christmas and hope to see you next year!!
From:
Aoife
Claire