It was January again, and it bugged her a little-

-how she always had to keep away from things that reminded her of him.

And she knew very well how she couldn’t possibly get away from anything. Much more try to skip the month that had his name written all over it. 😅

But she was happy that that January happened, nevertheless.

And whatever reasons the universe had for making it go the way it did, she left for the universe itself to figure out, and eventually make up for.

It was January again, and she wrote to him as she had always did,

This time, it was a happier prose —

“P.S.

Who knows what the next January would bring us, eh?

XOXO”

She signed with a hearty laugh.