white plastic glasses

When we cheered up for the last time in this year, it stuck me.. It was to be the last time..
I wont be drinking to you, again..atleast not for 6 months..
No more of our photo shoots, your incessant laughs..
There are so many things to miss, feel sad about..

And yet at the same time, I am to fight my way..
To take my first steps, towards being..
To develop that hidden me..

6 months..