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And so she texted me, I texted her, and we met this evening at Cafe Nero in the Charing Cross Road. Since we split a few months ago (her decision), I've been telling myself that my feelings for her had been motivated by the guilt of the way I previously treated her and that they were not true. But as I saw her last night across the back of Bush Hall, I realised how beautiful she was to me and what a fool I had been to lose her not once, but twice. And so tonight I told her this and we hugged, and we cried, and then we said goodbye. 'We're great on paper, but in practice we just don't work' was her view in May and that hasn't changed. The foolish wit once more outweighs the witty fool.