The Last Night Of the Year.

Startled she was, when she suddenly noticed the time and date at the corner of the taskbar.
Past 12, and it was already 31st December,2011. The last night of the year. The year that changed everything around her, for ever, and her.

Sleeping through this night would be a waste, she picked up her notebook instead. The same one Alex had gifted her, on her 18th birthday.

Long time had elapsed since then, since she turned 18, followed by 19,which was not acknowledged. Not by the right people anyway.

2011. Was it happy? Was it sad? Heartbreaking? Too full of exciting new prospects?
A little of all the above perhaps, and it was too full of memories.

Of a very busy January,with exams looming. And of whispered late night phone calls.
Of stolen kisses on Valentine's day. And of discreetly making love under warm blankets.
Of one month long ISC in March. And of that one breakup, that broke her.
Of tears,shrieks,dope and endless drama throughout April. And no sunshine.
Of regaining sanity and finding a person to trust. And awkward watery smiles.
Of making it to one of the best Universities of the country. And of new found freedom.
Of new courses, new life, dating retards, parties. And of unfinished craving for closure.
Of settling down, and finding contentment.
Of almost falling in love again in childlike bewilderment. And rejection.
Of best friends, the ones made for life, or atleast a very long time. And true happiness.
And an inexplicable longing, for some more.

Too many memories. Scattered, in bits and pieces.
I am not worried about my new friends, I'm taking them along with me to 2012.

But him. Letting go of our last year together.
Of abrupt endings, and an overwhelming physical pain.