Monday dawns bright and sunny, and I wake up feeling positive. I spent the weekend working through the emotions I felt over seeing Garry again. I did yoga, went for a run, ate chocolate and watched sappy chick flicks, and now I’m ready to box up that s**t and put it in the furthest part of my mind. It also helped that I had a long chat with my sister, Sophie, who always manages to help me find my balance. It’s still another few weeks until she is back from her latest adventure and I can’t help but miss her to bits.
I smile when my phone buzzes and another message from Jackson comes through. He’s certainly persistent, even though I have resisted messaging him back. But instead of the usual selfie, it’s a picture of a ticket for a concert tonight at the O2 with my name scrawled across it al
