I woke up thinking about your tired smile after the midnight walk.

You tucked the stray ribbon into my hair and it felt like a tiny perfect thing.

I’m still smiling remembering your Christmas jumper under that coat at midnight.

You hummed the countdown melody and it stuck with me all morning.

I liked how you checked if I was cold before you noticed your own shiver.

Your messy hair from the hat made me want to fix it and never stop.

You clapped for the street band and I loved how loud you were.

That tiny sparkler you held made me think of every small thing I love about you.

I’m happy because you were the first face I saw after the new minute arrived.

You whispered a stupid joke at midnight and I still can’t stop smiling.

I liked that you kept my hat when the wind tried to take it.

Watching you find the perfect spot on the balcony made me feel safe.

I loved holding your cold fingers as we walked home from the fireworks.

You saying ‘here we go’ right before the last second made me steady.

I noticed your chipped mug on the counter and thought of all the mornings ahead.

Your sleepy smile in the doorway after the bells made me melt.

I liked that you saved the last slice of cake for me after midnight.

You were the voice I wanted to hear when the year changed.

I felt happy when you bumped shoulders with me during the countdown.

The way you passed me your scarf before we went outside warmed me more than the cold.

I love how you whispered silly resolutions into my ear at twelve.

Seeing you check the time and rush me into the living room was adorable.

I’m smiling because you fell asleep on the sofa after the fireworks.

Waking up with glitter on my sweater and you beside me made me grin.

I like that we stayed awake until the street quieted down together.

Hearing you yell the countdown louder than anyone else made me proud.

You dancing in the kitchen at midnight is my new favourite memory.

That half-empty bottle of champagne and you made the minute perfect.

Holding your coat while you kissed me at the door was the best start.

Your steady breathing next to me at one makes me want more mornings with you.

I felt calmer once you sat down beside me after the shouting outside.

I loved that you stayed to wash the dishes after everyone left.

You lending me your scarf for the walk back felt simple and right.

That sleepy smile at 12:20 is still on repeat in my head.

I’m glad you were the one I waved at when the lights changed.

Thank you for handing me your phone to take that terrible selfie at 00:01.

I felt safe when you stood between me and the noisy street after midnight.

I remember your heavy boots by the door and the quiet they made leaving.

Your mitten on the hallway hook is the closest thing to you right now.

I woke up smiling because you were the last face I saw before sleep.