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This brightly lit town doesn't seem to fit.

As I walk through this town, that's all I can think. It's all I will let myself think. Because, if I don't think of that, then I'll think of you.

This shining town with its sparkling snow and happy couples is such a pretty sight. Red and green Christmas decorations hang on every door, decorate every window, reflect in every puddle of ice. When I walk here, I remember you.

Last winter, we walked here together. You took my hand and led me through the streets, giggling joyfully at every flake that fell down on us. No matter how people stared at you or how much it made me blush, you still stared at me with those excited eyes and warmed my gloved hand in your own. Even now, I find myself longing for that warmth. I reach out to grab your hand, but I only feel the cold air in my grasp.

Everyone is so happy in this town. I guess it's just that time of year. You were very happy, too, weren't you? But I didn't see that, behind that joy, you were sad. It was hurting you when I smiled at you so happily, but I didn't see it. I wish I'd seen it sooner. Maybe, then, you'd still be here with me right now.

As I walked, the snow flurries down on me, covering up the footprints I left in the snow. It's not fair. How will you find me if you can't follow my footsteps? The falling snow is creating a hazy view of the world, lit with red and green light and a large Christmas tree adorned with white lights.

I remember last winter. We came together to look at the Christmas tree. You were so happy, and you reminded me that this was where we first met, only one month earlier. We met the first day the snow fell. You had just come off a train, and I was walking alone for some reason I can no longer remember. You asked me if I could maybe show you around a little, so I did. That was the first time you held my hand. When we'd come to this Christmas tree the first day it was lit, you had someone take picture of us. We both look so happy in that picture. I still have a copy on my night stand, and I hold one in my hand right now. I can't stop looking at us, so happy, as the snow tries to cover it up in my grasp.

Those days are so long ago now, though. Even if I follow the red string that binds us together, I'll never find you, so won't you please, please come find me?