10 Years. 120 Letters. 1 Last Chance to Keep her.


Kristmas Cavanagh was my everything.
She’s been my best friend and my next-door-neighbor since we were 6.
For 8 years we were inseparable.
She was the center of my universe.
Nothing made sense without her.
I was sure it would be that way forever.
I was wrong.
Because she became my step-sister when we were 15.
Because she crept into my fantasies and refused to leave.
Because I couldn’t handle it.
Wanting someone I wasn’t supposed to drove me nuts. 
Turned me into someone neither one of us recognized.
And it drove us apart.
We were 18 when I finally told her how I felt, what I wanted, but it was too much.
Or maybe I was just too late to repair the damage I’d done.
It’s been 10 years since I left.
I’ve written her 120 letters, and every single one of them has come back to me
I’d resigned myself to the fact that she was gone. That I’d never see her again.
And then there she was, standing right in front of me.
I can’t say I handled it well.
I can’t say I was a gentleman.
But I can say this: Kristmas got away from me once.
I’ll be damned if I’m going to let it happen twice.


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