We stared out the attic window of the 3-story blue colonial. It was New Year's Eve; we all survived the hype of the Millenium, and now one year later we were wrapped in each other's arms watching the snow fall. I came upstairs to change my shirt after Pat spilled his champagne on me. I rifled through my suitcase as you ran upstairs after me, worried that I was upset. You said my name and I looked up with wide eyes, so in love with you. Staring at your ice blue eyes, I wondered how I got here, I mean, obviously I drove, but how, did I leave my home and not tell them...not tell him where I was going...I just packed up and left to be with you. In the same city I figured someone might know but at this point no one figured it out. I kept staring at you until you told me to forget the shirt and closed the door behind you. We kissed slowly, and you brushed my hair behind my ear, then turning off the light. We grabbed hands and walked to the window where we watched the snow falling, the crowd two floors below chanting 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3 ,2, and we kissed and it was perfect. I knew then why I had left home to be with you.