Every year, I crave less and less big celebrations.
Not because I'm tired—I've simply learned to listen to myself.
In December, I especially value a sense of closeness. Not crowds. Not loud music. But genuine human warmth.

I like it when the New Year begins quietly.
When the clock ticks away, and you feel the breath of another person next to you.
When you don't need to explain anything—it's enough to be there.
Nearby. Together.

I'm not looking for the perfect picture.
I don't need fireworks to feel joy.
A look of attention is enough for me.
A hand that confidently holds mine.
A man's presence that creates a feeling of home—even if we're not at my place or yours.

This December for me is about choice.
The choice to slow down.
The choice to be honest with my desires.
The choice not to be afraid of intimacy.

If you also feel that New Year's isn't about noise, but about the connection between two people...
Perhaps we're looking for the same thing.