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London“There’s just something unnatural and depressing about celebrating a special occasion without the one you love.”
—London Wright
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Loïc’s gorgeous face says from the computer screen.
“Merry Christmas,” I respond as a blanket of happiness falls over me.
I said good-bye to Loïc twenty-one days ago, and that time has been, without a doubt, the longest twenty-one days of my life. Yet all of that longing dissipates, or at least lessens, when I get to see his living, breathing, smiling face—even if it is on a screen.
I couldn’t wait to see him today. I miss Loïc all the time, but the ache is fiercer when it’s a holiday. There’s just something unnatural and depressing about celebrating a special occasion without the one you love.
“How was your day?” I ask. “D
