It's Christmastime All Over the World

Hey,

Wanna know something?

It's Christmas Eve.

We're in the thick of it now.

24 hours until Christmas.

It always sneaks up on me.

And today,

Oh, I'd very much like to forget it.

It was full of those little

"I'm crying for utterly no reason" moments.

I lost count of how many times I teared up.

I almost cried while driving.

On the interstate.

I'm not even sure why.

But things just seemed bad.

Bad.

Not awful,

Not good.

Just bad.

And it made me very upset.

I think I am sleep-deprived, and that is why

I am overly emotional today.

Or, yesterday.

I'd like for Christmas Eve to not suck, thank you very much.

But I'll take what I can get, I guess.

So.

I hope you're all snug in your beds

Like all the little whos down in Whoville.

On Christmas Eve.

It's actually here.

I am in utter shock,

I tell you.

Here's an interesting/annoying fact for you:

I had the same horrible crush on the same guy at this time

Last year.

As far as teenage etiquette dictates,

Crushes are supposed to pass.

In less than a year.

Hmm,

Wrong.

Have I reached the uber-crush phase?

Or is this what is truly

Unrequited love?

Who is to say?

Somedays I like the idea that it's just a schoolgirl crush.

Other days I could swear it's more than that.

But I think I'd be wrong either way.

Somehow, it must be something I'm unaware of,

How can one fawn over one person for such a long time

Without reciprocation?

How long until it passes?

Or until something happens?

I'm curious.

What makes him have staying power

in my mind and dreams?

It's beyond me.

Ok.

It's Christmas Eve.

Goodnight.

I love you.

Adieu.