There are days I wouldn't know what you did at all if you didn't tweet something like "going out with the boys should be a good one". I don't even know who the boys are.
I see them on your facebook profile. Nigel, and Mick, and Bernie.. but you never talk to me about them. Do you talk to them about me? Do they even know I exist?
You're the most important thing in my life, Bruce. But my importance to you seems to be lessening and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm just pixels on your screen or a voice on the phone now.
Now I haven't heard from you at all in three days. I can't take the growing distance between us anymore. I feel that I'm just clinging to you as long as I can before you move on.
I have to let you go, Bruce. I don't even know how you will feel about that but it's something I need to do for myself.
I love you more than you can ever know, and I believe you when you say you love me. But I can accept when something is coming to an end. Goodbye, Bruce.
