I don’t know where you came from, why you chose me, or if you existed inside me for some time before I gave you life. You were never easy to live with, but every day I nurtured you. As you grew, I grew. I learnt so much about myself from writing you. Some mornings I couldn’t wait to see you at 5.00am and some times I felt like deleting you, but I never gave up on you.
Leonardo da Vinci said: ‘Art is never finished, only abandoned’. I don’t know how I’ll survive without you and I’m scared of what could happen to you out in the world, but it’s time to ‘abandon’ you, to let you go.