I was drinking beer when I heard my front door open. It was that bloody French frog Francis.
"Why are you here?," I asked angrily.
"I just figured that nobody should be alone at the beginning of the new year," he answered while walking into the kitchen.
He came back with a beer in his hand. With a half an hour until the new year I decided to talk to him.
"So what is your new year's revolution?," I shyly asked.
"To find true love," he answered which I scoffed at.
"You love just about any pretty face in the world," I stated.
"Yeah but that's just lust. I want somebody to see me for me and go past my perverse ways. Like I said love is not something you should force onto people," he explained.
"What's yours?," he asked pulling me from my shocked daze.
"To be not me," I answered.
"What to you mean?," he asked.
"I don't know. I guess I'm too mean or cold or snarky. Maybe I should change it," I explained.
"I don't think you should," he exclaimed.
"Why?," I asked.
"Because I love you for you. I love every part of you especially your personality, so don't change it," he stated.
"You love me?," I asked shocked.
"Oui," he answered.
"Well then I guess I love you too," I answered with a grin.
"Are you being truthful or sarcastic?," he asked me with a smile.
"Truthful," I answered before kissing him at exactly midnight.
This is going to be a wonderful year.