What I’m trying to say is, I miss you. Losing you is like a thick soot that has settled over every surface of my life. For the first few weeks after you died, I poured all my energy into trying to scrub that soot away. Desperate to erase the grief so I could breathe clean air again. Now, though, a year on, I realise it is not soot. It is glitter. It is every shining, sparkling moment I had with you, sprinkled all around me. Everywhere I look, I see you.
