All I Want for Christmas

by Maggie Knox

Come on, stand up. Brush yourself off. Get back out there and do what I know you were put on this world to do.”

“I can’t sue over shoes!” Sadie laughed. “Sweetheart, this is America. You can sue over anything.” “Fine,” Sadie said, her arms tight around Max’s neck. “I shall demand flats from now on, or I sue their asses.” “That’s my girl,” Max murmured with a grin.

Sadie stated the thing he had spent much of his adult life so far trying to reconcile. How you could feel so lonely when you were never alone.

Sadie heard her voice

genuinely break when she sang the line about how he was the only one who could tell which smiles she was faking.

She always said there was nothing like a fresh snowfall to help you remember how beautiful the world could be.”

But let me tell you what doesn’t work when you’re dealing with grief: pretending it doesn’t exist. You’re going to need to deal with it. Allow yourself some closure, or you won’t be able to move forward.”

In a flash he realized the problem: he loved Sadie Hunter. He loved her. He. Loved. Her.

If their love had somehow made it, against all odds. Love. She was in love with Max Brody, she realized. And even if he didn’t love her back, it meant something. She loved Max,

Life was too short for regret.

“You can love someone who isn’t perfect, and be deeply loved despite your own imperfections.

life doesn’t always play out the way you imagine it will. But that doesn’t mean that what you do instead isn’t worth anything.”