Happy New Year, The Message I Didn’t Send

I prepared so many New Year greetings for you.

I wrote them carefully, line by line,

choosing words that sounded light,

safe enough to hide how deep they came from.

Some were gentle.

Some were playful.

Some carried love quietly,

hoping you would read between the lines.

But none of them were sent.

And when midnight came,

I smiled at my screen like everything was fine.

I laughed. I acted calm and ignorant.

I pretended I was not waiting for your name to appear.

In truth, I was a contradiction.

Cool on the surface,

soft and restless underneath,

a walking paradox,

the greatest actress of all time.

Because if I’m honest—

I wish you were my New Year’s present.

Not fireworks.

Not resolutions.

Not fresh beginnings written on paper.

Just you.

Seeing me.

Choosing me.

Staying.

I wished that when the year changed,

You would somehow feel what I couldn’t say.

That my silence would still reach you.

That my heart would be loud enough without words.

This is my quiet confession

that I don’t want grand love.

I don’t want perfect timing.

I just want to be seen, to be loved,

by you. Just you.

And if love is still possible in this new year,

I pray it finds its way to us.

Slowly.

Honestly.

Without me having to pretend anymore.

So, happy New Year, my love.

I wish you a beautiful year,

the very best year ahead.

May your days be kind to you,

May your nights be peaceful,

And may you always feel how deeply, quietly, and sincerely you are loved.

Even if the words never reach you,

this wish still exists,

It's real, honest, sincere, and meant for you.

Happy New Year.

Yours,

Vie