|I know this is Casanova and not The Doctor...|
I don't think I'd be able to get around all the 52% of the country who voted us to leave the EU, but I could go back to me on my first date with He Who Shall Not Be Named.
There are two scenarios I play out, but I can't decide which would be best.
I could return and tell myself to bleed him dry.
I mean, I accepted the gifts because I believed he loved and cared about me. I never asked for these extravagances, or expected him to spend what he did on me. But I could have asked for so much more, and he probably would have provided it. However, I am not that person. I used to go mad at him when he bought me something expensive.
So really, the only other option, which would save myself the heartache and the counselling afterwards, would be to go back and tell him where to stick his dick pics.
In fact, let me stick them there for you!
What people will never get, never understand is it was you who convince me that we were meant to be. Even now, I still can't believe I'm not with you. (Though I am glad I am not!)
I am strong, I am happy, but I am not the same person I once was before meeting you. But I'm getting there.