“Dear Tina,

I’m not sure where to begin with this letter, so maybe from the start when I first lay eyes on you. I just knew that I have to have you. I wanted to make you mine, to love you to spoil you, to marry you and grow old with you. And all of the above was possible until that night.

The night in the club when we had that fight and I walked out on you. I was so angry at you 1. For the fact that you wanted to party and jol. 2. for the fact that you didn’t want to go home with me. 3. For the fact that you said that I was old and grumpy LOL.

So I left, I went home and got into bed and try to sleep, but sleep never came, and you didn’t came home that night. I thought that you were angry and maybe stayed the night at Dana. When I phoned Dane she told me that you left with Grant. I was furious.

The next moment Alice came to my house with a photo on her mobile phone, with you and Grant in bed. I left her standing on the porch, I ran the block down to Grants house, burst into the house and yes there in his bed you were sleeping. I just turned around and left.

You came home about an hour later, I was already packed ready to leave. I asked you what happened, and you said you couldn’t remember, that everything was a blur, but you think that he raped you. I told you that he didn’t raped you, that you guys had sex, that you and Grant fucked like rabbits, and then I told you that I don’t want to see you again and I left.

I went to visit my mom and dad. My dad had a heart attack two days after I arrived and died, so in two weeks’ time I resigned from my work and start at the Bette Porter clinic in New York.

I stayed in contact with Alice and Dane and they told me that you left as well. About a year later I decide to contact you, to tell you that I’m sorry, and try to work things out, but your mom said that you died in a car accident. I was broken.