The taste of sweetened betel nuts from after lunch remained in my mouth a little after midnight, like a whore that overstayed. The fireworks had begun and they lit up the sky and my ears. Young men high on alcohol and adrenaline screamed as they cruised the dim lit streets. The lake across my house was a quiet sight of street lamps that stood in solemn attention and cast their reflection on the dancing waves. The air was clear and cold. It was a beautiful night of quiet musings devoid of you. So, I stepped back into my house, shut the door, crawled to the warmth of a heavy blanket, and watched the movie—Begin Again.