On our third date he read me the eulogy that he’d written for his mum. He had read it at her funeral. You can’t really say no when someone asks to read you a eulogy, but I wanted to. What I ended up saying was ‘go ahead’, which sounds shit but at least it wasn’t a lie like ‘I’d like that very much’. It would also have been a lie to say ‘that was well written’ or even that it was ‘moving’ so I just stared. If I didn’t blink for long enough it might look like I was crying.
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