For Auld Lange Syne... or however the fuck you spell it...
They told me you called the bar tonight. Even after your most recent email (which was obscene), I forgive you and let go of everything. For the callous cruelty, for the brutal resignation, for the insensitivity, and for being so distant and unreachable during the last weeks. Fuck it. It truly was wonderful before it all turned to shit.
After I send this email, I'll no longer have any way of contacting you; all emails will be deleted, and it will all be over (which, from the day before you left, seems to be what you wanted in the first place). Happy new year, kiddo.
I have one favor to ask of you: burn the book. Immediately.