Ho Ho Hopefully

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I wish you were here xx

He looked down at his phone and sighed. He was sitting on a bed in some hotel room, twelve floors above a city he didn’t want to be in. The room was dark, the only source of light was a small lamp above the bed and the phone screen filled with her words; it reflected his mood perfectly.

He stood up and walked towards the window, looking down at the snow covered streets below him. He’d be traveling for weeks, never knowing when he would be home and when he would be gone. Looking down at his phone again, the date screamed out to him; December 23. He wanted so badly to be home for Christmas, but he knew it wasn’t likely to happen this year.

I wish I was too, I love you x