I woke up next to him, cuddled in his arms; safe, secure and warm. Yesterday was one of the most amazing nights ever. It was probably the third time we went drinking together. I had previously thought that I would be spending the new year eve in a drunken corner of a shady bar, the air above me heavy with smoke, people dancing to bass and crazy beats as me and he sit down and watch them as one more tripping couple. Last evening was nothing of the sort. A couple of margaritas with some rum for me and scotch for him worked well. The smoking room was filled with people we never saw before. Each of them had story to tell.
It's wonderful observing people; every face has a story, every person is a filled diary and they are looking for another, someone who can listen, somewhere they can write the next chapter. There are a few sounds I remember, a girl talking about some friend, someone pulling the chair abruptly, a waiter lighting someone's cigarette, but none of them play clearly in my head as I try to mull.
My mind was occupied by thoughts of him as he looked into my eyes, sitting at the couch exactly opposite to me. He smiled as he looked at me. He said that I looked beautiful. For a moment, I asked myself that how I could ever give up on him. He makes me so happy, whether he knows it or not. Everything is beautiful, because he is a part of my life. He makes my living so worthwhile. December is gone and January is here, it's time to let go out everything that hurts.
I told him that I wanted to kiss him. He wanted the same. It was time to go home and celebrate. I wonder why humanity has grown so cold. If everyone wants to win in a war, there is no chance of peace isn't it? Love is all you need. I let him crash into me.
I turn around and watch him sleep, peaceful and secured. I look at him and think, he is the one. He always was. I tip-toe and snuggle into the blanket, cuddle him again to sleep. I hope you guys stay blessed and safe.