Dearly DeBloggers, for those of you following the Love Letter.
Found out Sat 11/15
When we knelt in front of one another, and you insisted on using the mirror that time and then it became a habit. And I liked that habit, and then you said that you just like to look at me twice. And I made you think you were the first one that did that and you felt proud. And I was lying.And maybe I did that sometimes. And I am so mad at you. I don’t care how sorry you are. There is no excuse – you should’ve known better. A passport? Speaking that foreign language? Getting drunk on whiskey; when we all know you only drink gin?
I hate you.