Coming Home for Christmas

Christmas will be bittersweet for me this year.

It’s the first time I haven’t spent the entire month of December in Zamboanga. Definitely the first time I’ve missed the Ateneo Fiesta.

And this is the first time I’ll count my playdates with Gim on ten fingers, if that.

I’m desperate to come home. The thought of Gim’s cheek on my lips makes me catch my breath. I need to hold him in my arms, I need to bury my head in his neck. It’s Christmastime, and so especially these days, seeing any joyful couple stings at my hollow heart.

So I’m coming home for Christmas. And may I gather enough of him to tide me ’til the next homecoming.

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