Our Editor-in-Chief reflects on a monumental year in this poignant letter to herself exactly one year ago today.

I don’t know if I was or wasn’t the girl who was fancied everywhere she went just by being herself. I don’t know if I wasn’t. I wouldn’t know.

And frankly, the older I get, the more I see why the imminent loneliness of adulthood, where we are no longer surrounded 24/7 by friends, family and classmates, is a perfect breeding ground for people seeking love.

Nine of London’s most eligible bachelors (ish?), attempting to wine and dine yours truly. 

Why is it that we seem to be drawn to things that harm us in the exact way we’re most scared to be hurt?

You can’t avoid all men who have dogs just because you prefer cats.

The dictionary defines an army as a ‘large, organised body of armed personnel trained for war’. I’d say that’s pretty accurate.

The perfection that is the combination of a rare steak and a good glass of red wine.

What started as a gradual decline in performing eventually became silencing my own voice altogether.

I can’t count the number of times I’ve watched one of the men in my life struggle to put into words their precise feelings. I don’t mean it as a criticism; merely an observation.

A giant pillow to take up all the room on the right side of the bed. What's on your breakup shopping list?

Being in love for the first time and wanting to write about it, but somehow feeling like you have nothing to say.

Step one: sit in a sort of stunned disbelief in a car park, hand shaking, as you send a simple three-word text to your best friends.

It’s paramount - no, urgent - we recognise the love we deserve

The thing is, we all have little wounds that we keep safely tucked away under layers of healing.

Hear me out, because you’re going to hate me for just a moment.

The best thing about her?

‘Because I wasn’t really sure I could say no. Wasn’t really sure how.’

And then I went on another date…

I watched a couple fall in love today.