Dear Kitty,
              It's happened. There's an enormous weight off my shoulders - I don't need to think about it, I don't need to worry about it, I don't need to do anything about it any more. I've been waiting for it for so long, and it's finally here. And I'm far too light-headed to talk properly.
               Of course I still care. And yes, I miss it. But the hole that's been there since November is closed now, and I know that I can move on.
I'm free, Kitty.
Yours,
    Francesca