Two I's

For LL

 Intellect is considered to be related to "facts" in contrast to intelligence concerning "feelings". Intellect refers to the cognition and rational mental processes gained through external input rather than internal, which is intelligence.

Luckily, I possess both in equal and quite a fair measure. You hadn't come across that before in a partner. Knowing who your partners were and are, I know it is not immodest of me to say I am streets ahead of them...and you. Thing is, you thought you had met just an ordinary guy when we first came together. What you didn't know fully, or may have guessed, was that I was far from firing on all cylinders.

Because of that you underestimated me, both in terms of your deceit and what you perceived I was. After you left, I always told you that you would have to get up early in the morning to fool me. You failed. To be fair my intelligence was employed in...intelligence when I was in the Navy. It was also employed as an investigator in the banking world for a few years, after I left the Navy. I could (and can) spot deceit a mile off and you were easy to read and uncover.

Part of the tool set in the world I once moved in was disinformation. I spread a fair bit of that around for you, after you departed. My previous status, and the protection it afforded, provided suitable arrangements in respect of the allegations you made against me as well. I never appeared there - someone else did, representing my previous employer. Can't say more, OS and all that.

I also speak fluent French and German, I think I hid that well too. As you know I have since learned Italian for my own pleasure.

After March 2004 and your revelation about your Oxford visits. I felt free to enjoy others. You never knew, which tells you something about my skills, as opposed to yours. I was in love with you back then and you destroyed my love and my trust. After you destroyed my love, there could be no trust of course. Sad really, I could have given you everything you have never had, including my love. Despite what you said about coming back, I would never, ever have left you 'high and dry'. That is not in my nature and never was. I make promises and I keep them.

Your choice of man still makes me laugh whenever I see his image. That, and the fact you had no idea of my real wealth and assets, brings me enormous satisfaction. They say revenge is sweet, but I didn't need revenge - all I needed to do was let you know my lifestyle, the women in my life since you left and also my late second wife. That and a little flaunting was enough to satisfy me along with a little correspondence to wind you up. Oh and smile, laugh whatever, at your choice of partner.

You did make the wrong decision - you know it and I know it. There's you leading your little life of routine and occasional repetitive vacations, then there's me and my life. I don't need to say more, do I.

Maybe one comment...his stomach measurement, or what passes for a waistline, is bigger than my chest measurement and yours put together (they used to be once😜), and what's with the 'dad' trousers. Two bell tents? One leg each. Maybe you get some idea why I laugh whenever I see his image. When you make mistakes, and you've made a lot, you make big ones don't you. The architect of  all, or pretty much all, that has befallen you in life.

It's still not too late - in fact it's never too late ....

On a lighter note here is shot I took while visiting my place on Skyros:

Ciao