Leo,
I know you’re in Venice for the biennale and you’re feeling chic and artsy, but you need to get your shit together. This is inappropriate.
as is this:
On one hand I feel like we’re even more meant to be. The last time I ate pizza I was wearing a mask too. It was at a sleepover I hosted when I was 13, and I needed to shield myself from my guests. So I get where you’re coming from. But on the other hand I hate that you just triggered that memory and made me write the word “pizza”. Take off the mask and give up the carbs so you and I can both go on living our lives.
LOVE YOU. MEAN IT.