December 31
Twinkling lights, the strum of guitar and violin. A secret shared and a surge of adrenaline. My heart clung tight to the feeling that night, as we shared our dinner, bathed in soft light. The sour drink you love, I braved a sip too. My eyes capturing each moment close. A black sofa beneath the stairs, our shoulders gently in view. Suddenly, your fingers crafted something anew; a paper ring you slipped onto my finger. The music played on—oh, how my heart wished this would be forever. You gazed at the blue light’s reflection on my face, “Beautiful,” you whispered in the dim-lit space. Fingers brushed softly along my cheek, and your warmth spoke words that got my heart weak. While others rejoiced in their own joyful hue, the year’s end drew near. We celebrated that special night, just me and you, wrapped in love so sincere. – January 01, 2025.