Didn’t think 2012 would start like this. To be honest, while I worked, I had wished you’d come and save the remaining hour or so before the clock signaled 12. Somehow salvage any ounce of happiness and speciality that the day should have demanded, cause I missed you so much. But in the end it was just that. Wishful thinking. I regret not holding you when I had the chance, I reget not kissing you when I could, and I regret walking out your door without telling you I loved you. And now, laying here in my bed with only myself to blame, I can’t help but ponder.

If this just a taste of what the rest of the year has installed for us?