“Do you love me?” I asked one afternoon when Soul and I are resting in our room.
He stopped playing with my hair.
He loves to play with my hair..it became his hobby, whenever we are cuddling and just in silence.
“Why would you ask me that?”
I looked up at him, his forehead is crinkled.
“I wanted to know,” I asked him as I pushed myself closer to his body where I can smell him.
He smells like..lavender..it makes me calm and relaxed.
As I looked at him, I tried to read him, but most of the time he still puzzles me. He is my husband already and yet at times I feel like he is still the Soul that I used to know.
The mysterious one.
The Soul with so many secrets.
“Why would I marry you if I don’t?” he said suddenly.
I sucked my breath.
What kind of answer is that?
I pouted and lo
