It's not you it's me.

That's what she said.

I'm not bitter or anything. The distance was always going to be difficult. But I will miss her... perhaps it was her name?? Garry said it was a bad omen.

Now my chopping block is soaked in the scent she wore and every time I go to the choppy place my sense of smell will fill me with memories of the short but wonderful time I had with Terri.

C'est la Vie.