I'm all alone now...
I can close my eyes and just think, remember the way me and Brittany were...
My eyes are closed, can it really be this easy to relax? To remember the best moments.
*yawns*
Maybe just a nap... that'll d-
"5 more minutes San!" Brittany yelled at the top of her lungs, if she hadn't yelled I doubt I would've even heard her.
"I know Britt!" I screamed back. Everyone is so damn loud here... it helps that Times Square is full of people, excited people, excited people surrounded by people sharing that excitement.
"FOOOOOOOUR" The crowd roared. Damn. It is too fucking loud.
"FOUR MINUTES SAN!" My tall blonde yelled again. This time even louder.
"I heard, Brittany! I heard..." I couldn't help but say that, I know this is our tradition but every year it gets louder. Oh crap. Not aga-
"THREEEEEEEEE" The crowd screamed, every single person said it simultaneously.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned and Brittany was staring at me smiling like a goof. She giggled a little then held up three fingers. I shook my head and she hugged me. Damn. It's really cold.
"San! It's starting to snow! Look!" Brittany yelled it in my ear due to the fact she was still hugging me. It really was snowing. No wonder it's so cold.
"TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO" The crowd was louder than ever with that one.
After letting go of my body, Brittany started bouncing on her heels and hugging her own arms.
"Are you cold?" I said, not yelling yet still talking loud enough for her to hear.
"Lil bit! But it's w-orth it! It's s-o nice out ton-ight!" Brittany sounded so happy, even with the shivers that were actually audible as she spoke. How does she manage to make this seem enjoyable? We're in a crowd of rude people waiting for a goddamn ball to fall from th-
"ONE! 59. 58. 57." The crowd couldn't even be spoken over at this point so I just stared at Brittany as she counted down and stared at the big countdown clock. She is so beautiful. Everything about her is beautiful... My Brittany. My blonde. My wife. My blonde, loud, insane... wife. How did I not see this coming? Crap I zoned out again, does the clock say 3. 2-
Brittany kissed me, she kissed me so calmly that I almost forgot I had to reciprocate. So soft. Then it was over.
"You're the best wife, singer, first true love ever. I'm so glad we started this tradition the year we came to New York. I love you." Brittany spoke with such sincerity that it even scared me a little. This. This is the best moment of my life.
*yawns*
Wow... it felt good to re-live that. I wonder if I should even be going to Albany... Brittany couldn't have meant it when she said we needed a break.
How did I not think of that moment until it was too late?
Shit Santana.
Maybe this break will get you to come to your senses.
Excuses.
I just miss Brittany... I miss my love...
*types into phone*
November 3rd 12:05 AM: I miss my love...
*closes phone*
Here we go again.