There is no good way to end these things. It was all my fault. Не left town. Moved to London. Also, my fault

I moved into a tiny studio apartment in a dirty walkup on York Avenue, which I could actually afford myself, and started working on my career. Things got worse for him. Even though I kept hearing about what a great time he was having. Dating some dukes homely daughter. Everyone forgets that the three years after that were hell for me. Pure hell I vowed Id never get into that situation again. Its terrible to hurt someone like that.