It's Not The Time

Dear Heart,
I was surprised at 96 Dogfield Street by strange girls (my friends) haphazardly flinging balloons at me. As a pre-birthday celebration, they'd made confetti-chocolate cake and written my name in pretty pink icing on it. It was the sweetest surprise, and a brilliant start to our final evening in Cardiff.
It's all one big blur now, so long after the fact. Clouds of tea-smoke rising over chipped mugs, watching The Hunchback of Notre Dame with my head in Hannah's lap, sipping wine from cold glasses in Siân's bare-boned room and dancing, dancing, dancing...
I packed until four in the morning, and closed my eyes on second year. I couldn't have been happier - how different things are now, compared with last year.
Love, Lydia x