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Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 09:26:27 +0000
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That's it. We're over. There is no 'us' anymore. There's a 'me'. And that's it. There is no 'you'. You mean nothing to me. We are no more.
Hodgson. HODGSON?! What's he got that I haven't? Well I'll tell you what I've got that YOU haven't, David so-called Bernstein.
I've got a new number and you're not getting your blooded hands on it. There'll be no more late night calls. No more 'I heart you' messages and no more video calling. In fact, this is the last time I contact you via any means.
I will always love you, Dave, and while you will certainly take some comfort in that, it is all too new and raw for me. Therefore, I will simply sign off with a kiss and disappear into the night like the Scarlet Pimpernel you almost certainly imagine me to be.
It's been a lot of fun but it's time to move on.
Sleep well, David.