Break
Dear Rory,
I love you. Let’s start from there. Neither of us used the word today so let’s have it said. I love you — more than I’ve ever loved anyone else, before or after. Even that doesn’t quite describe it. For me, there was no before you, there has been no after.
Do you know what I did when I left you today and got back here to the shed? I wrote to Sue Denim. Yes, to that version of me that other people come to with their problems. And do you know what she said? She told me to tell you that it’s over.
So that’s what I’m doing. Hence this note, pinned on the door of my shed, even though I said I’d be here tonight.
You were right, today. I was troubled when I arrived here. I did need a friend and thank you, Rory, for being that.
I haven’t had proper friendship since the early
