He was what the egotistical part of me had always longed for: danger, sexiness, popularity, style, unpredictability. The kind of man who'd always keep me guessing. Just one night with him and i'd already started to wonder if perhaps i'd spent the last two years in a comfortable coma.
Lucy RobinsonMots clés excitement longing unpredictable
I was going to write a sharp witty email full of devastating one-liners but I suspect you want something nicer than that
Lucy RobinsonMots clés wit
I'm eating a massive pastrami sandwich. It's so beautiful I might cry. Just so you know.
Lucy RobinsonMots clés wit
Well then that's our date confirmed. I am excited! Most girls want to know if I have long term plans to start a family; you want to know if I like 80s rap. I think I'm in love with you.
Actually, I'm not you have a foul mouth and terrible taste in men by all accounts.
Mots clés wit date-requirements
Anger had arrived and it was riding a big furious don't-fuck-with-me horse.
Lucy RobinsonMots clés anger
Well, he's history. You're free to meet the man of your dreams now.
Lucy RobinsonMots clés the-past man-of-your-dreams
Dear Fran
I'm watching you sleep. You are sucking your thumb. (We're going to need to talk about this.)
I can't pretend you look like a delicately slumbering princess, because you don't. Apart from the thumb business you are twitching around like a ferret and about ten minutes ago you pulled the entire duvet over yourself and left me with nothing. But I've never loved you more than I do right now.
I love you so much. I hope we can have a life together. There's so much I want to say to you. Please wake up soon.
Freddy x
Mots clés love-letter
Whoever you end up with, you shouldn't be changing a thing for them. Nothing. Don't be with anyone if you can't be you. Because you're bang on just as you are.
Lucy RobinsonMots clés true-to-yourself
You are the most ludicrous excuse for a man I've ever known - but there isn't a centimetre of you that I don't think is perfect.
Lucy RobinsonMots clés perfection contradiction ludicrous-excuse-of-a-man
I am back in London in a couple of days and looking forward to Sunday. Here is what we are doing. 1. Going to see my favourite mad transgender folk singer at the Roundhouse. 2. Then I am going to feed you tapas in a little place by Mornington Crescent. 3. Then we will go home in opposite directions and I will stare at my silent phone for weeks, wondering what happened. Or we will go for a dirty hump on Primrose Hill. Or maybe we will just have an awkward kiss/hug loaded with the promise of more next time.
Lucy RobinsonMots clés wit my-kind-of-love-letter
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