This New Year is going to be different for me. It is going to be the first time my love and me will spend it together. I have never liked New Year's Day or Eve. I have never understood why the mere change of a number may be relevant and a reason to celebrate. She thinks the same way, and knowing we agree even on these small things makes me really happy.
I have a bittersweet feeling. The days we can be together are coming to an end. In a couple of days she has to take the plane back home. I know the days after she leaves will be really hard. My place will be filled with silence. Everything will remind me of her. When the party is over, the clean-up is never nice.
I do not believe in New Year's resolutions. I don't have any. Or maybe just one (rather a hope or wish, I think). I just want to be able to support her when routine and pressure bite hard. I just want to be able to give her hope, hope that the time when there will be no plane back is looming in the horizon.