I’m sorry for being a Laosy boyfriend
Dear Rusty, I don’t know what exactly to say, except that I’m really sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t more appreciative of all your efforts for this trip. On top of taking care of your health, I actually let you go ahead and worried about the flights, the hotels, the money, about making sure I was comfortable, happy.
I’m sorry for being hard on you about the opium, especially when I knew how much you wanted to relive your time in Laos, because it was one of the few times and few places in the world when you were truly happy, without worries.
I’m sorry for not understanding that at this important time, for being stubborn and refusing to share with you something that you honestly wanted to share with me, because you love me.
I’m sorry for the smart-ass quips, for being on the defensive, for being more concerned about my pride than really listening to what you had to say.
But most of all, I am sorry to have let you lose faith in me as a partner. I think that, above all, is what truly disappointed you.
It says volumes about the kind of partner I am, if I give the impression that I can only stay at the nicest hotels, and eat at the finest restaurants. I have let your generosity spoil me. This is not the kind of partner I want to be. I am sorry, and I will be better.