Today I am wearing black. It might be to mourn a year since you left. It might just be coincidence; for there is no point in Earth’s turning about the Sun where I do not feel the loss of you. That Sun shines brightly today, a fine day to walk among the flowers and birds. How you would have loved that, your face lit with a smile. How I miss that smile, that laugh. All the joy; my pixie. It does not matter that I write this today. It could have been yesterday, or tomorrow. There is no day where I do not miss these things, miss you.
The road of life may wind on but some of me always remains there with you. I will for always be your Dragon, my Pixie, my love. x