Let it Snow
Coming home for the holidays after eight long years to say goodbye, I found myself saying hello.
Melissa—or Missy as I remembered her—had had a crush on me. But being a typical eighteen-year-old, I didn’t pay much attention to the blushing twelve-year-old.
I walked away without so much as a backwards glance. But now? Now I can’t tear my eyes away.
Gone was the girl with braces and pigtails...in her place was a woman who took my breath away.
I just had to prove to her I wasn’t the same guy I was back then. I prayed for a Christmas miracle, but I never expected this.