So I'm still in my romantic stage with London I love it as a place.
Fairest and dearest your wrath and anger are more heavy than I can bear but learn that I cannot tell what you wish me to say without sinning against my honour too grievously.
For above all things Love means sweetness and truth and measure yea...
Now will I rehearse before you a very ancient Breton Lay. As the tale was...
If one of two lovers is loyal and the other jealous and false how may their...
I'm horrible in the mornings. I'm grumpy.
Just get out. Just leave.
It was honestly, it was torture.
