Maxence has been spending a great deal of time at my apartment of late. He built my bed, he built my cupboards, he’s taken me for dinners and listened to me whine about mundane things… He’s quite the catch. But the real ringer is the fact that last night, while I was doing my nails, had a face mask on and was watching trash TV he just sat, watched and made fun of these people with me instead of asking me to change it.
I’m in love with this French man and he’s leaving in two months. The universe is cruel.