Happy New Year, darling. I hope you spent it surrounded by loved ones and good wine, warm eyes and good conversation. I spent it drunk in a bar with strangers and cold pizza. I kissed someone at midnight who wasn’t you, watched fireworks on a street corner with a champagne toast and people who tried to capture every explosion on their cell phones instead of enjoying the moment with the person standing next to them. I missed you so I went back inside and spent too much money on the Jukebox that took forever to play that song we would sing in the car. Tortured myself with every lyric, felt sorry for myself and ordered another drink. And another one. I got too comfortable with a new friend at the bar and shamelessly talked about you. We did shots. I was so drunk. I kissed that someone again and I got glitter on my face. I went for a walk downtown in hopes of seeing you stumble out of one of the bars. I would’ve told you that I love you. I would’ve told you that I’m sorry. I do and I am.