It's weird how one day, one hour, one minute can change so much.
The clock struck midnight and millions of people celebrated the coming of a new year, of 2015.
And my heart broke as I mourned 2014 slipping out of grasp, as it felt like my Shtev was slipping out of grasp right with it. For 2014 would be the last year that will ever have my Shtev living in it. And that truth is my pain.
I wanted to do everything to shield myself from 2015, that shielded me from a life with Shtev.
But as I crawled into my bed in that darkness in that early morn with my shattered heart, I realized that each day I live in 2015 is one day closer that I am to seeing him again.
And I realized I had a choice to make. To see 2015 as the first year he would never live in, or to see every single day of the same year being one day closer to him. And so the latter is what I will try to do. Because that seems to be the only choice I have in the matter.