It was a cold December evening and you were just finishing up the last bit of Christmas shopping you’d been putting off for days. You went upstairs to your apartment, threw your things down onto the dining room table and plopped down onto the couch as you let out a sigh. Why do the holidays have to feel so lonely. It used to be a time of togetherness and happiness. You thought to yourself as you pulled off your jacket and scarf. You forced yourself up and walked over to the counter to look through your mail. Bills, coupons, the usual nonsense you couldn’t care less about. As you reached the last bit of mail, your heart dropped. It was what a appeared to be a Christmas card encased in a snowflake-print envelope with scattered sparkles that were falling onto your hands. From L. Hemmings. You felt your heart racing, her hands shaking. You hadn’t heard or seen from him in 3 years. Why would he be writing me now? You thought to yourself as you carefully tore the envelope open.You took in one big breath and pulled out the card inside.
You laughed under your breath as you knew Luke loved to give you handmade cards. You opened the card and a note fell out of it.
Anna, my dear,
I know I haven’t always been there when you needed me. I know it’s been a long time and I have no right to think that you would want anything to do with me now. Just hear what I have to say, take it or leave it. That Christmas Eve three years ago, it was a mistake. I never should have left you like that. It took me a while to admit it to myself that I was wrong. I hurt you. I can’t forgive myself for that.
I’m back in the States now. I’m also in town. If you could, meet me at the Mocha Moment coffeehouse at 7pm on December 24th. I will understand if you don’t show up, but I really hope you do. I have a lot I need to tell you.
Love always and forever,
You could feel warm tears run down your face as you put the card down onto the counter. It’s hard hearing from the person you loved most, the person who hurt you the most. You had a big decision to make now. Your heart kept telling you to go see him, but you know that you may end up getting yourself hurt all over again. You just couldn’t take feeling that empty and alone again. Who were you kidding, you feel like that now. What do you have to lose?
You arrived at Mocha Moment on December 24th at 7pm, just like the letter said. You sat in your car for about ten minutes just thinking about what he might say, what you should say in return. So many things were racing through your head, you could hardly make sense of any of it. You closed your eyes and took in a long, deep breath. You opened your car door, and at that moment, you knew this was really going to happen. You were going to see Luke. You were actually going to see his face, his cool blue eyes, his impish smile. My god, what am I doing? You questioned yourself as you reached the entrance of the coffeehouse. You reached for the door handle and the door flung open, knocking you over onto the ground. You hit your head pretty hard on the pavement, so you reached your hand to the back of your head to check for blood. No blood, thank goodness. It still stung and throbbed and you weren’t sure what had happened. Your vision was a little blurry for a minute and someone’s hands reached down and grabbed your shoulders. You instantly felt chills running up and down your spine. This touch was familiar. It felt so right. You looked up and tried to focus your eyes as they were still a little blurry from hitting your head. Your vision became clearer and there he was. He looks down and laughs nervously.
You were speechless. He was right here, right in front of you. You couldn’t find any words. All that managed to come out of you was “Sorry.”
"Sorry for what, Anna, falling?" Luke laughed some more.
He pulled his hands from your shoulder and grabbed your hands. He pulled you up from the ground and you fell into his arms. Your eyes met with his. The intensity of his gaze made you shiver. You quickly looked away and giggled nervously under your breath as you stepped back away from him.
"Shall we?" Luke asked pointing to the door. "Ladies first," he smiled as he held the door.
You both sat down at the table in the back corner, just like you’ve done many of times before.
"I see you’ve grown out your hair, Anna. It’s pretty." Luke started messing with his hair nervously. "So, about why I’ve brought you here…"
"Listen, Luke, you have to know how hard it is for me to come here. To see you."
"I know. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to see me ever again."
"No, Anna, let me say this. I know I’ve hurt you. I hate myself for that. Time has past and I have done a lot of growing up. I was lost before, didn’t know where I belonged. But now I know. Anna, I belong here, with you. When I left three years ago, you have to know, my heart, it never left. It’s been here with you all this time. I’ve always loved you. I still do. I’m done with the band now."
"But Luke, music is your life. You love it more than anything!"
"That’s where you’re wrong Anna," Luke said as he held his hand on your cheek, "My love for you is greater than anything, you are my life. From now on, the only person I sing to is you."
"You know, Luke, I love you too. I’m just so afraid. I’ve been so alone," you said as you started to cry.
Luke wiped the tears from your cheek, “No tears, my love. You don’t have to be afraid. I’m here, with you, for always.” He leaned over towards you and pressed his lips on your forehead. He then kissed you on the lips, making you feel whole again.
"I don’t think I’ve had a happy Christmas in a long time. Thank you, Luke."
"No, Anna, thank you."