I think what happened in those 2 days we were in Paris became a perpetual twitch in the back of my mind. I started to believe everything you did to me since was my karma. In the foreground of my eyes I feel the havoc, disgust and offence you felt, waiting for your missed flight back home.
I don’t want to make any excuses to justify it.
It was the worst thing I had done, and it’s the worst thing I will ever do. I am genuinely sorry you were the collateral to my disorder.