"i'm fine," neil lied.

Okay, so last year, we did this icebreaker at work, where everyone had to go around and say their name, their hometown and their hobby. But you have no hobbies. Nor passions, nor pastimes. I know. So, what'd you say? So I panicked and I said running.

Lying is only a problem if you're bad at it, right? If you're good at it you're basically an author. You're telling stories, you're weaving fables.

Do I just attract shitty guys? Like, is it me? I mean, obviously it's not me, but— No it's you.

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Know only this, mon cher: you are the only being I trust, and whom I love, above and beyond myself. All my love belongs to you. You are its keeper. A veil will now forever separate our union, but it is a thin veil. And I'm always on the other side, face pressed up against your longing.