GiveMeTears

December 25th and I've had 365 days to forget your aunt's incredible roast turkey and braiding tinsel through your sister's hair and interpretive dancing to cheesy carols with your drunken Uncle Mark. Firelight flickered across the curve of your lips, the shadow of your jaw and boy, you were beautiful, all smoke and cinnamon. December 25th and I'm ignoring the urge to mess up your sleet slickened hair and the fact that your card now says "from" instead of "love". I almost don't notice the way your eyelashes glitter with snowflakes and the fact that you look adorable while you laughingly attempt to make a snow a