“Don’t even bother coming! You’re acting ridiculous!”
“I wasn’t planning on coming anyways! Don’t worry about that sweetheart!”
Disgusted, I slammed the door shut and proceeded to the party. I didn’t look back.

It was New Years.
Sequins were reflecting constant light in my eyes, fake lashes were falling off due to improper gluing, and I was tripping over my insanely high stilettos. This night wasn’t the same without him.
Stupid fights.
Why did he have to ruin the whole entire night?

I only want my kiss at midnight.

Everyone began popping the bottles of champagne as the clock was counting down to the new year.
I look towards the door, hoping he comes. Hoping I don’t have to watch all the couples kiss.
Nothing.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1…Happy New Year!

I felt a hand on my shoulder. He turned me around, and I saw his sweaty forehead.
“You said you weren’t coming.” I said.
“I couldn’t not kiss you on this night. Happy 2012 sweetheart.”
He grasped my neck and kissed me like he meant it.

It’s going to be a great year.