I will follow you into the dark

The biting cold swept through my hair as I sat outside, peacefully rocking in the rocking chair. So much has changed since I last sat here, and nothing will ever be the same. People who meant the world to me, now mean nothing. And people who meant nothing, now mean the world. Its strange, I though, how the world changes in just a year.

Then I thought of you. I thought of how nice it'd be to have you here with me, I thought of how much you'd enjoy the weather and the roses that grew in our garden. I thought of how amusing you'd find my family and how the smell of food that often wafted through the house would entice you.

Would you mean as much to me as you do now next year? Or will my world be tossed up into the air again?