Flipping through the pages of my diary

And i know i wanted this year to end so desperately but now as the end is so near, i am not ready. My body is stained in love, war, pain, hate and grief. I have so much to hold onto, i have so much to let go of. I'm shivering, i am dressed so warm! December feels like a cold goodbye,  doomsday, judgment, justice, betrayal, grief, separation, long distance, longings, past and memories that i only want to forget.  I see December like him standing on the door, all prepared, bags packed, ready to leave me behind. There's this thing about December, it was always ready to leave, but it never seemed to ask me even once if i am ready yet to let it go or not.  December resembles to him, my sweet early youth romance that ended in a blink of eye, December reminds me of eating cotton candy, that  melts so fast, December reminds me of transition, forgiveness and moving on. It's December and in next 2 hours, it will be Christmas. I will bake cookies, i will make hot chocolate, i w...

I like the smell of boiled potatoes i said Weird as it feels to you but the truth is I don't like coffee and wine tastes a little too overwhelming to me He likes pineapples in his pizza He makes tacos for the dinner He skips breakfast  And leans on sofa I hate pineapples in pizza I make full course meal in dinner I never skip my breakfast  And sofa is quite uncomfortable to lean on I lean on a shoulder  Blueberry jam on his table Peanut butter is all i hate Roasted corns with sprinkled red pepper Spicy is my thing  Well he has sweet tooth Wish dentist could help him replace them We accidentally met i guess Or my kitchen would be on fire if  i had let you in I think weird as it seems Our menu won't match ever We would fight over a leaf of spinach  Our recipes will never exchange  We will have two kitchen in one home Different ingredients in one fridge How tough it would be to manage  What do you mean by a sofa cum bed The living space is already to...