I can't believe I'm doing this. I told her that I'll be sending my men to grab them but no. I did it myself. I need not do it myself but I wonder what made me take all these bags to her room all by myself.
Typical me.
Or typical her.....
Whatever.
And what problem does she have if my men get those bags?
She's too tuff to understand sometimes. She is sometimes too fickle too.
I knew it as last night when we were buying crêpes. She took almost ten minutes in deciding what she wanted but thank goodness she settled with something at last.
I loved last night. She cried in my arms just because I told her about the death of my bestfriend. No-one ever cried in my arms. Mom did but like this....... never. I felt her too vulnerable then. It's strange, I know but I didn't want her to cry there
