On a Friday I loved her with all my heart, bought her expensive chocolate. During the weekend she grew in my affection for her although, I didn't see her. On Monday, I fell out of love she didn't look anywhere near the way I thought she should. Bloodshot eyes and her teeth were green. Her shiny hair was matted and she reeked of an unmade bed and filthy ***, and to think I was not there. I took revenge, ate her chocolate.