Dear 2011,
Like Aslan after defeat of the White Witch, you left without saying good-bye; snuck out during the party and disappeared into the horizon. I had so many words prepared for you but alas, time slipped away and left you in my past with thoughts spilling out of my hands.
You were the late blooming flower, the last of the season no one had hope for and then -- the unexpected. You made good on dreams made in Ireland, you dragged me to the edge, threw me over and showed me what it meant to fly.
You found my worth, dusted it off and put it in the window for the rest of the world to see.
You planted faith in a garden of despair, grew roses and cherry blossoms out of thorns and still had time to raise the stakes again.
There's so much I could say but you've already left and I wonder if some things are meant to just stay our secret.
As for you, 2012, they say your fate is sealed but you and I know it's a handful of aces... and baby, we're all gonna die as rockstars.
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