jzzzzzzzzzzz

"It's Christmas today. Can I hear your answer?" I read on Google Talk the moment I opened my Gmail. "What about Christmas?" I typed back immediately, slightly agitated. Why can't he let go? "Most lovers get their answers on Christmas…" I leaned back on my chair and sighed. "I gave you my answer a long time ago." "Not even a little bit of that feeling remains?" "No." And there never was that feeling. By then I was annoyed for the fact that I had given him my answer two months ago – before he turned into a jerk. "Fine! Fine, then." That was the last I heard from him. Two months ago, he had said he loved me. He had always been