On our first date, I'll fly you to Paris on my private jet, where we'll watch Celine Dion perform live in concert. After the show, I'll whisk you away to a private beach resort in St. Tropez, just in time to watch the sun set over the glistening water. Or if that doesn't excite you, we could just grab coffee at Starbucks.
I'm not sure what I'm looking for. Perhaps it could be you?
I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.