About one third of the way into 2012 I had the happiest week of my life. A bit over a third from the end all that joy, happiness, and love, went, when we just thought we’d reached the point of being able to make it even better.

I’m still trying to work out where that leaves me, when nothing makes sense anymore and I don’t know quite why I’m doing things. I do know I will always miss the girl, my Pixie, who made me feel a dragon—and must struggle to find a way to live this life until we meet again. Not a happy new year, just another day further from you x