It’s not you. It’s me. Actually, it is you

This isn’t easy to say.

I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I have to be honest.

I can’t be with you anymore.

I know you will be hurt and shocked. You will say that you can change, but the reality is that things have been getting a little frayed round the edges for a while now.

We have had some great times and I hope that when the pain has subsided you can look back on those with happiness. Every important event of the last few years, you have been with me, not always there in the limelight, sometimes quietly in the background, but still always there; doing what you do best.

And often in those murky, unsteady moments when I might have lost my way, you were always there for me, making sure I got home safe, long after others more fickle than you; the Thameslink season ticket, the jacket; had abandoned me.

It’s been a blast. But we both have to accept that we have reached a point where there are irreconcilable or more likely unrepairable differences and we both have to move on.

Split up

Split up

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