Twice before, we've known each other on this day. Twice before, it would have made sense for us to spend this night together. A strange kind of sense, perhaps, but sense nevertheless.

But it never happened. Stupidity and fear separated us. Kept us cowering in opposite corners of this cell in which we found ourselves locked.

And now, now it's come around again. This day. This night.

The promise of the new was replaced by the comfort of the familiar was overthrown by the torment of the lost, and all were observed alone.

What, I wonder, will another year bring?

Where do we go from here?