It happens like this, naturally and unexpectedly. One moment you’re in love on New Years Eve surrounded by lights and people and happiness. The next, you’re waking up - alone - on a snowy January 1st, in a place you’ve come to know, with the profound feeling that something’s gotta give. There’s so much truth in the words “things will happen when the time is right”. New Years was simultaneously the best and the worst. I can't say there isn't a thrilled inner voice chanting that yes, it is high time for a weight to be lifted and buried thoughts to be embraced. Apparently a boy and his 5 tequila shots were all that I needed to see this new reality. Smuggled wine, secret drama, empty words, high emotions and silly strange meetings - that was New Years.