This isn't the first Christmas I've spent without you.
It's the third.
It's weird not hearing you sing Christmas carols all around your house. I miss that.
Because I've been alone here, I've been afraid. I've been at home, and you've been away for years. I've been alone, Michael. And I can't help but to find sweet company with a sour person.
I remembered your dealer, and we spent Christmas together. He's not nice to me like he was when I was with you.
There was no love, no life, no history. Just lust. I still love you, but I do not love myself.
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Dear Friend || mgc
FanfictionWhen you don't want to tell someone about what's bothering you, you find other sources to let the frustration out.
