Congratulations mingsee, you are now the only girl who can make me cry.
Don’t you know how i hate snivelling in public?
At least you had the decency to arm me with enough euros to buy a truckload of haagen dazs and duty-free neuhaus (oh yes, i said it: duty-free neuhaus! where! you ask. in schiphol, which is rapidly becoming my favourite airport ever.) to replace you and to boost my blood-sugar levels through the roof so i wouldn’t feel anything beyond valiumy bliss for the rest of the journey.
don’t you know it doesn’t matter if you don’t do anything they did? it doesn’t matter if you don’t bring me my slippers, it doesn’t matter if you don’t give me your bed, it doesn’t matter if you don’t make breakfast for me, you’re still you, and i’m still me. and our friendship is based on the principle of energy conservation, i.e. no maintenance necessary so why tip the balance?
What I am trying (and failing) to say in this exceptionally convoluted manner (language convergence!) is that I love you.
(Does this absolve me of finding you a birthday present? Sorry I can’t help my flippancy as a defence mechanism.)