Christmas

Christmas is the day Jesus was born, as they say. And as many views and perspectives arose, it has also been a controversy whether Jesus was really born on December 25th. But no, I am not here to argue with you when He was really born. But I want to tell you, He was born. Really. Whenever you think that may be.

Mary gave birth to Jesus, and He died on the cross.

For me. For you.

Isn't it amazing to think someone was destined to live in order to die? And He didn't just remain dead. On the third day, Jesus rose again depicting no power of grave and hell could ever stop the love He displayed and gave. And that is the reason we are alive.

And so whatever is holding you back for spending your "Merry Christmas," I want you to know the breath you take is one great miracle. One great manifestation that love always wins. God's love wins. Always. Live now for the One who died for you.

Dear, celebrate. You are redeemed.

Not yet.

I miss you.

Is it weird? I probably wasn't even able to meet you yet. Or maybe I knew you, passed by you, bump into in a grocery store. I really don't know. But I miss you. I miss how you'll warm my hands in this shivery weather. I miss how you'll share your sweater with me 'cause you know I really don't like cold. How you'd panic when I start developing my rashes due to it. I miss you. 

I miss how you'll greet me a good morning when the sun starts to rise, and how you'll tell me to get full before I go to school. I miss how you'll randomly text me how much you love me in the middle of the day. I miss how you'll watch the stars with me at night. At how many shooting stars we'll see then. I miss how you'll hug me and make me feel I am protected with the warmth of your embrace, and how you make me feel loved with one forehead kiss. I miss you.

I miss everything about you. And you've been running in my mind the whole time. I miss you and I want to be with you.

But not now. Not yet.

I miss you but please don't show up yet.

Not now. For I know I can't invest too much emotions yet. I would probably hold back every now and then with the thought I could lose you anytime. Not now. Because I might still remember how I had given trust and see how it broke in the end. Not now. Not until I have seen myself so complete. That I will have love too much that it overflows and I could share it again.

Not now. For you're probably not ready too. You might have had your heart broken a lot of times also. Not now. Because you'll probably think I am like other girls who left you. Not now. Not until you have seen yourself complete. That you will have love too much that it overflows and you could share it again.

And then, we'll share it to each other.

I miss you, my love. 

But not now. Not yet.