Anniversaries

Dear Heart,
A year ago today I started writing to you. 365 days later and my fingers smell of clementines again, and I'm looking out of a different window, onto a different tree. And I'm doing so with different eyes. Dear Heart, it's a very different girl who writes this letter to you this evening.
For better or worse, time has passed and life has happened. I only hope you'll understand whenever you read this, if you ever do. I hope things will be better then. I hope I will be better.
Love, Lydia x
P.S. This was taken in Cathays Library. It used to be a church; a refuge for people from life. Now it's rescues old books and students under exam pressure. Thus, it lives its second life.