After an unsuccessful suicide attempt that was unfortunately, and
We lost touch after just a few months. I wrote letters but I discovered she didn’t. I didn’t have her address and I sent letters to her uni that got no reply. [...] I moved on, eventually went to uni and got a degree and a job and had the odd girlfriend, some very odd girlfriends, but I always thought about her and wondered where she was living, maybe still in Ainsdale once she had finished her degree perhaps and why did I never see her in town one weekend, ever. [...] This seems crazy now, but it was really difficult to find her online. And I didn’t want to appear like...you know...a stalker. [...] After all she could have been married or engaged. Or she might have kids or be in prison...some might say that’s the same thing (he laughs). She could have died for all I knew. I could be the world’s first stalker of a corpse.
Chapman, Edward, Facing Up.
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