From bed...

I trust her fully, no I don't.
I keep telling myself that I love her, maybe.
She continues blogging about mystery M, she wants to keep it a secret.
So if I say, I will never love her as much as I loved my ex, what would have happened?
Nothing, she simply wouldn't have bothered.
I'm marrying her body, part of her heart and none of her soul.
It's irritating when she asks funny random questions:

Q: do u like indon girls?
Q: would u still want me if I was fat and ugly?

Lying in bed, there seems to be countless more qns that I cannot recall.
If u ain't bothered, don't ask such things.
Simply be with me because I love you.
That's the only reason anyway.

I take whatever words u say with a pinch of salt. It's true and it's not true. Do u have a split personality?