This message is for someone who was also called Tim.
I have recently discovered that you were never real. This has come as a bit of a shock. Ten years is a long time to hang your hopes on an imaginary person.
I met a lady last year who told me to write your name on a piece of paper, attach it to a balloon, and then let go.
Instead I made you a room, played you songs, got drunk and imagined you walked in and gave me your jumper to wear.
This is my latest attempt to say goodbye to you. I wonder what you will make of it.