Baubles.

by Kimberly Ang

You heartwarming presence, even from many miles away;

Feels like Christmas came early, inhaling the sweet scent of fir, glittering obs dancing on the Christmas tree.
Feels like the warmth that embraces you in the winter, where your breath cuts through the cold air.
Feels like a heap of presents, but you find that awkward handmade one, while not the prettiest, the most alluring and thoughtful.
Feels like the comforting silence of being shoulder to shoulder, understanding without having to say anything.
Feels like an exchange of smiles, weighted with insides jokes.
Feels like being in a room full of people, but knowing that somehow, we still gravitate to one another.

But 3am thoughts aren’t just 3am thoughts when you’re on the other side of the world.

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