This is a hard letter to write. We’ve been together a while. We’ve had our ups and our downs. But now it has to end.
I’m moving on.
We’ve grown apart. It’s going nowhere. I don’t even think we’d be better as friends. We are, quite literally, in different places. I’m sorry, I just can’t any more. I have nothing to say to you now.
If you love something, you must set it free. So Whitstable – reach for the sky! Imagine you are Jonathan Livingstone Seagull! (But without the horrible religious subtext!)
It was good while it lasted.
If you want to know who I really am, click on DOWN FROM LONDON
It’s been interesting. 🙂