I think I'm ready to give up the struggle and go away quietly into the misty distance. We had our good times, and they were good. I guess there comes a time when the current changes and the body of water diverts into two currents. Both for the good. One warm, one cool. The can never really be reconciled can they? It was very very good while it lasted. The best of my wishes goes with you.

And so they say for everything a reason. For every ending a new beginning.