Wistful, is how I would describe my mood now. An intriguing, lingering, sobering kind of mood. I used to love the holiday period, the festive dressing-up-and-going-for-mass Christmas mood, the excited can’t-wait-for-it-to-come New Year kind of mood.
In the last two years though, I have been feeling detached from this holiday. A holiday that brings with it so many, so many, just so many memories. Wistful, because I have been happier before. Wistful, because I could be happier in the future.
Waiting, for a miracle to happen.