He sat the little cake on the bedside table . It was only just big enough to cut in two to share.
'Here's to another year my love', he announced softly, as he toasted the air with a large glass of bourbon.
No one toasted him back.
Draining his glass he lay down on the bed staring at the ceiling.
Sure, everyone else missed her too, but not in the same way he did.
Anniversaries were something only two people could really share.