I daydream of spending New Years’ Eve with you- the most important and treasured person in my life right now. I dream of sitting on a grassy hill with you, on a little picnic blanket with a glass of sparkling strawberry wine in each of our hands. My leg intertwined with yours, skin to skin; the mild tang of Summer’s heat seeping through our pores. The evening breeze accentuates your warmth, blowing cool air onto our faces, but leaving way for the parts where our skin touches; we are free in the open, but at the same time- close and cosy and at home. Because we are together.
We sit peacefully, admiring the spectacular surges of colour and light. Puddles of red, green, purple, create a beautiful mess in the sky.. lasting but a few marvellous seconds until they fade and fall into the abyss of the night. My hand reaches out to grab yours… which isn’t far away. The soft, familiar grip that held onto me, from the first night we met, was back where it belonged..
I could sit here forever. Not a problem in the world. My love and very best friend… the one who makes me laugh until I can’t breathe, cry until my heart feels sore, talk until my jaw needs a break, and love in a way I never have… is right. here. I am so ridiculously happy. As the volume of the New Year’s cheer rises… shouts and catcalls between drunken friends, music blasting from portable speakers, loud pops from the dancing glitter in the sky.. I look at you. And you look at me. And there is absolutely nothing on the earth that could make my gaze falter. The cool night air caresses my lips one last time, but I push through it, leaning in, to a warmer, more important place… yours.