The first week of December.

Its our birthday week.

Better.

Things do get better. We fall, we get up and we move on. I probably heard that on Grey's. House has a different style of quotes. Oh by the way, found a new sitcom today, 'New Girl'.

We wouldn't have done so many things, hadn't it been for the power of the human mind to push previously important things to the not-important-anymore box. And then there are those things that will always stay in the important box.

Like her.

Normal.

It's amazing when you reach that place in your life where something is truly in the past, and nothing about it makes you uncomfortable or upset or annoyed. It's tough to believe in something that you've never experienced before - how do you believe things will eventually get better and you'll stop hurting when you've never before felt such reprieve?

But now I know. I know that no matter what happens, today or tomorrow, things will get better.

Besides, she'll always be around, no?

Headache.

I woke up with a bloody headache this morning and nothing I do has made it go away. I have assignments piling up, I have presentations to make and all I want to do is break open my skull to make the stabbing pain go away.

Chocolate helps relieve headache. Too bad she's not Here to bake me some cookies.

December. Come soon.

Bake.

I have a cookie craving.

But there are no cookies at home :O. I'm sick(ish) and dread the thought of walking all of 500 mts to the nearest shop to buy myself some. Which means the only other option left is to bake me a batch.

I love baking cookies. Loved. Now I feel like it's just too much work. Too much effort. And after all the batter smells and tasting, I lose my appetite. But I did bake some awesome cookies.

So today I shall get over my lethargy and bake myself a yummmm batch of cookies. Too bad she's all the way There and won't get to taste any.

- I realise that I'm going to cry when I read this months, years, decades from now.

It must go on.

"Don't let our blog die," she said to me.

I cannot believe I let it go for so long. Was it because there was nothing to write about? But that's rubbish. There's always something to say. Maybe I didn't have the time? That's a flimsy excuse, too.

But I shall be better.

She's gone back There. And there's something about it that makes life Here different in some way. But there's nothing that can be done.

Two weeks ago, I went on my first 'without the family' trip. It was an amazing experience; a sort of wake up call, reminding me that there's So Much to do. I've become so complacent with routine that I've sort of overlooked the endless possibilities open to me. The only time we're certain of is Now, right?

I need to Do something.