Tomorrow is the start of a new year.
5 days later than tradition states but a new year regardless.

Tomorrow I will collect my feelings and my belongings. I will return my memories and I will pick myself up and continue on with my degree and my life. It will be hard.
The last 13 months have changed my life in such an enormous way. I spent every night with someone by my side. I looked forward to returning from my beloved parents house because I couldn't bare another minute away and I can honestly say I felt truly loved.
And what a feeling that is! I'm sure this isn't the last time I'll ever feel that but this is the last time I'll ever feel this particular love. It was great. It was absolutely consuming.

My eyes are tired and my heart is heavy but this is the start of a new year.
And a new me if it kills me.