Perhaps, it was the terrible quality of the writing in her love letters that made him end the relationship.
'I enjoyed last weekend in a European City when in a sleepy, post- sensual discussion you told me about the dog eating your gardening glove and we dreamt of London city living in a loft- apartment, while I sprayed perfume on the bed and you walked like a duck around the room in the shadows- quacking at all the perfume and dust in the air.'