You look good. Damn nice to see you. I know, I know, I’ve not called, I’ve not written. I’m a bad, bad boy, and I need to be punished.
Look, this is hard to say, so I’m just gonna barrel on through. I’m just going through one of those phases at the moment, and things get moved aside a little. I still think about you a lot, but I just can’t be with you as much. Not for a little while anyway.
Trust me. I’ll be around. Who knows, maybe this is the thing both of us need.
Don’t think badly of me. Wish me well. It’s going to be a hard few weeks.
EXCUSES AND HALF TRUTHS 