This will be the first time in a long time not ringing in the New Year with you. And what is a celebration if I don't turn to see you beside me? What does any of this past year matter if you won't be there in the future? I want to drive to your house and throw all your things onto your lawn, scream at you for what you've done. I want to drive to your house and kidnap you, take you away from all the dark things there. I want to drive to your house and profess my devotion and love and admiration and hear you once again, finally, say those three words back.
There are so many things which I desperately want.
But today is New Year's Eve.
And it will be the first New Year I haven't rung in with you in a long time.