Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.
In case you haven’t noticed these last 8 years, lying is what I do best. I’m a magician, Robin. Misdirection and deceit are my stock and trade. You don’t want me to lie to you? Lies are the reason that we’re together. Every single thing I did to get you to say yes to me on that rooftop — Patrice, the false engagement — everything! It was all utter malarkey! But underneath all of those lies is one true thing. One true thing that can support the weight of all the lies in the world. And that’s the fact that I love you. And you know when I say that, I am not lying.