Invisible Wishes

For the first time in a long while, I did not send out a Christmas card.  The mental and emotional struggle never came to a conclusion before it was too late.  As always.  Perhaps, that's for the best.

I bought a card, but never wrote it.  A part of me knows this is no longer appropriate for many reasons.  The card was not right.  My words would be wrong also.  A part of me knows I still wanted to.  But in the end, I did not.

Merry Christmas, my dear friend.  Perhaps some things have changed, but some things will never change.  You will always have a special place in my heart, in some way or form,