So My Dear B,
You’re off, by God! I can barely believe it since I am so unaccustomed to anybody leaving me save once. But reflectively I wonder why nobody did so before, and the only one who did still came calling. All I care about — honest to God — is that you are happy and I don’t much care who you’ll find happiness with. I mean as long as he’s a friendly bloke and treats you nice and kind. If he doesn’t I’ll come at him with a hammer and clinker. God’s eye may be on the sparrow but my eye will always be on you. Never forget your strange virtues. Keep the royalty to your steps. Never forget that underneath that veneer of nonchallance is a remarkable and puritanical lady. I am a smashing bore or not? why you’d rather not have me and yet have me as a nobody is an indication of your sweetly confused loyalty.
I shall miss you with passion but no regrets.
Doors close Doors open.
This is an adaptation with Davidian Twists and Turns.
I don’t go around fire expecting not to sweat.