You have been in my thoughts a lot these last couple of weeks, sometimes in excruciating detail, thinking about the taste and feel of your mouth under mine, sometimes just a vague unease, of something missing, ticking in the back of my mind.
I hope you are well, happy, or ok at least, content with your decision. I wish you all sorts of good things, I hope you know that.
You have my email, my IM, my phone number… if you want to talk at some stage, maybe soon, maybe after some time has passed, I would welcome you.
I miss having a snowflake. And yes, you definitely should have worn a tool-belt… what on earth were you thinking?!