I'm waiting for the moment that I dreamed of reviving every New Year. Our eyes sparkled with joy and anticipation as we decided to celebrate the big day together in one of the most romantic cities in America.

We went to San Francisco. The city enveloped us with its extraordinary charm. As the evening of December 31 approached, there was excitement and a festive mood in the air. We walked through the streets, hugging each other, as if our happiness was the brightest light in this city.

New Year's evening was approaching, and we chose a secluded place on the shore of the bay. The soft rays of the setting sun painted the sky in shades of pink and orange, and the city lights began to light up like stars on earth. We had a picnic overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge, the waves gently lapping around us.

To the sounds of music and the light whisper of the waves, we shared our dreams, plans for the future, our deepest desires. Our happiness was complete and absolute at that moment. I looked into his eyes and they reflected everything I felt inside.

When the clock struck midnight, a rainbow of fireworks exploded in the air, filling the sky with magical colors. We hugged tighter than ever, and I felt our hearts beating in unison with the rhythm of this beautiful moment.

The New Year began with promises of new beginnings and hopes for all that lies ahead. But for me this evening was special not only because of the moment of a new beginning, but because I spent it with the one I love most in this world, in this romantic city filled with love and magic.