You thought you changed me, thought I wasn’t jaded anymore from past relationships. You think I’m going to travel over an hour to the airport to pick you up, and go running into your arms and covering your face with kisses. You seem to think we’re still going for that vacation when you’re back, too.
Dear, you couldn’t be more mistaken. I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m not kissing you again. My year of forced celibacy will just have to continue, because I won’t give in to your whining, pleading, sickeningly sweet lines. You’re spoiled, you’re on a week vacation, and it’s not the first time. You’re always traveling and seeing places I’ve never dreamt of. So, boy, even though your world is perfect, you’re going to have to get over yourself sometime. I won’t be there anymore to cuddle you when you cry and ask for another chance. I can find a better man, believe me.