Loss.

2014 was the year of loss. Of chances not taken. Of words unsaid. It was the year I did not graduate. The year I did not start working. The year that I lost hope, motivation.

2014 was the year of loving you. Of going on dates. Of saying words that I didn't mean. It was the year the spark started, and the same year that it did not work out. The year that I lost love, friendship.

But 2015 will be better.

I will spare my friends from confusion, of loving you and of making the "right" choice. I will no longer speak about you in any form: conversations, private messages, tweets, blog posts. I will no longer check if you are online.

The starry sky will no longer remind me of the night we broke up.

I will move on and everything will get better.

Your lips are no longer the last ones I kissed.