Ok. I confess. Bad habits cling to me like a teary lover unable to let go. Telling her about "it's not you, it's me" did not make her think any better of herself. Neither did it lessen the guilt I feel towards her. With every tear she sheds, the sentimental part of me creeps in. Worst of all, it happens not because of love in the first place but because sentiment grows when you place her long enough in your life. It definitely was not a waltz through this 2 months. I took a stumble here and there. And here are times when I managed to get her off my back. Phew.
And one for the millionairess. How about flying me to Paris to buy some rose-scented toilet paper for my Swettenham home?
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