I hardly know how to begin. I feel as though anything I say will be inadequate and nothing shall satisfy the way I've treated you.
I've arrived here, wherever here is, and it's a world apart. There is music playing, so loud that I can barely think but it moves to the pulse of my heart and so I don't mind.
There is nothing you can do. Nothing that can be changed. I had to make a choice and I chose cowardice. If you are looking for me, stop. If you know of anyone who is looking for me, stop them as well. There is nothing I shall miss there but you and nothing at all that I deserve.
Good bye, Terry.