Dear You,
I’m sorry we broke up. The sad fact is, you are who you must be and I am who I have to be, and it seems there is no compromise. A serial killer and a saint are just not suited for marriage. I should have known.
Love,
Me
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Dear You,
I’m sorry we broke up. The sad fact is, you are who you must be and I am who I have to be, and it seems there is no compromise. A serial killer and a saint are just not suited for marriage. I should have known.
Love,
Me
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But I can change! 😥
I’m sorry, my dear. I’m afraid once you’re a saint, you’ll always be a saint.
(Haven’t heard that song in soooo many years! hehehe 😀 )
Um, is it impolite to ask if you are the saint? 😀
Hehe. No, to both questions. 😉 😀
you know, opposites attract. and maybe the saint is what the serial killer needs to seek redemption.