Merry fucking new year.
It pains me that last year on this night, I was in his arms, with sweet kisses, dancing to music only we could hear... "Happy New Year... I love you"
It's been so long since he's said that... yet, not as long as you may think. Days, perhaps weeks; shocking, is it not?
Even being pleasantly toasted can't keep the memories away. Memories of a sweeter time that had been taken for granted by my shaken mind.
Forever will I punish myself for my transgressions.
Excuse me... I have a case of alcohol to finish off.