I love you.
I have had a few women say it to me. One or two even actually meant it or at least believed they did. The rest were just obsessed with our relationship not having progressed into s*x after a few weeks of dating and wanted to give me a reason to f**k them, which I did. Because I'd have done anything to avoid having to say I love you back to the wrong woman. Inevitably I would piss her off in some way or another and she would end it or I'd just get bored and end it myself.
But that wasn't Stacy Kendrick. She did s**t like buy plants for my place. Come over every day to water them herself. Keep expensive ice cream in my freezer. Have a drawer in my room. All of that was long before the s*x.
Even after the s*x though, she stuck around. Despite me being unable to commit to a real
