sexagésima nona.
Yes, you never lied to me. Except for maybe a couple of times. Except for when you insisted you'd love me more as my ugliest self - there was a right kind of ugly. Excpet maybe for the two or three questions I made in your bed somewhat recently, and you answered, before saying that you wouldn't answer anything anymore, just repeat your nos... days later when I asked plainly: did you lie to me? Recently? You said you hadn't. But that's not what I'm talking about. You never lied about moving only if absolutely necessary. About compensating with gifts for doing less. About seeing I was becoming depleated and only being sad from afar. Only telling me that and expecting me to own it, while also owning for the care you didn't get and the needs you wouldn't admit. You never lied about planning to do just what you could with the less nuisance and that you could do little, in comparison. If I put you first so many times, fuck me, you didn't ask. Also, I didn...