My plan was to enter the new year without you in it.
To let midnight's fireworks be a mark of leaving 2018 and you behind.
I can't.
It's still you.
I'll take the risk of bringing you with me to next year.
As my grey area.
I'll leave our fate in the hands of 2019.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
My plan was to enter the new year without you in it.
To let midnight's fireworks be a mark of leaving 2018 and you behind.
I can't.
It's still you.
I'll take the risk of bringing you with me to next year.
As my grey area.
I'll leave our fate in the hands of 2019.
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