new year.

11:55

i sigh contently as i wait for the last minute. thought each minute that passed seemed to tick by casually, these last few felt like every year prior. the first was the easiest – it was comfortable and childish. i want to know you, and it felt like you had already known me.

11:56

you became normal – a routine. had we met before? this year felt like the first; we were still childish, we were still learning while still feeling like we had always been one. this year was simple – this one was my favorite.

11:57

the third – the middle of a story. our story had been anticlimactic; there were no surprises, there were no fears or doubts. had you always hidden your colors? or was i just too busy rewriting the story to read between the lines?

11:58

it got hard, this is where the problem is usually resolved in a story. but in order for a problem to be solved, it would have had to happen earlier – but there wasn’t a problem. was there?

11:59

this was our last year – our last minute. every color jumped out of our already written pages. it had struck me so obviously, it almost blinded me. why hadn’t i seen it before? why didn’t you try harder?

i shut my eyes and shook me head. it isn’t your fault.

3

you’re trying right now.

2

you’re trying to be okay.

1

take a deep breath.

12:00

you have finally been forgotten, it’s a new year – and you are merely a thought of five minutes ago.