if you really fucked with me like you claim you do, you wouldn't keep putting me in a position where i have to keep defending why i keep you around, where i constantly have to bend rules and my boundaries for you, etc. it's just not possible.
I love random acts of service. Nothing hits quite like a “saw this and thought about you” gift. Flowers on a regular day. Spontaneous weekend trips. Massages after a long day. CATER 2 MEEEEE