This Charming Man
Scott is my perfect boyfriend; tall, dark and handsome. He buys me flowers, writes me poems and never leaves the seat up.
On Valentines he filled the house with paper love hearts he had spent all week dying various shades of pink.
Last weekend he took me out for an Indian and told me how boring I was and what a mistake he had made by loving me. To avoid a scene (which would have embarrassed him), I went to the ladies where my heart quietly broke.
