As you sit there and speak to me, so sad, so fully of anger, i remember the last time i saw you. This is what I want to say, but the words won't come out. I sit here screaming it in my head but i am still afraid to tell you. I rang you on the morning you were leaving, I want to tell you, but it would seem that you were in such a rush you had already left. Joseph answered the phone and the first thing he did was tell me how horrible Harry had been to you. Everybody is aware that he didin't play fair well everbody except Harry.I spoke to your Mum on the day you left she was so upset that you had gone and the holiday wasn't what it should have been. Also Harry had performed in his usual nasty way at the airport.I spoke to her a week later and she seemed happier and said that he wasn't behaving too badly.We are planning a babes day out much to Harry's horror I refuse to have anything to do with the man.

And now you sit here, broken over the loss. And i can't even have the guts to say what i wanted to say. I hated him too. I did.