My Dear Arthur, You never showed up, and now, after looking at the newspapers I understand why. I don't imagine you will receive this letter but I nonetheless must send it. Arthur, oh, Arthur. I was just starting to dream the silliest and softest of dreams. I miss you, and I will always miss you but I cannot live like that, and it seems you cannot live any other way.

When I am with you, the world makes sense but when we are apart, I see clearly that your world is not a world from which one can escape. I am so sorry, for everything long ago and for starting up that business again. There's a good man within you, Arthur but he is wrestling with a giant. And the giant, wins, time and again. You've broken my heart, again and I fear I have broken yours.