Poison Pen

I wasn't in love, so I won't cry. It's spilt milk, really. There are several things about this that I find disappointing. 1) No more fancy weekend getaways. 2) I didn't practice my French enough. My fault, of course. 3) My impression is that suaveness generally disguises serpentry. 4) It was tenuous and aimless. Bound for failure, and that was no secret. But he beat me to the punch line. Again. Bastard.