A letter

Dearest D,

Well, its now been a whole year, and clearly I'm still at the stage where I remember this, and I'm writing about it. I don't know where you are, and maybe its wrong to presume, but I highly doubt that you're pining over me.

Not that I'm pining. No, I noticed the day, and I had the odd thought here and there, but mostly I felt nothing.

Except - I know I still love you. I don't miss you so much, and I'm past the hurt and all the rest. But I do still love you so much.

So I can't think of any better way to mark one year apart than to send you all my love, from the bottom of my heart.

Yours,
She