... about our relationship. Am I really so superficial that all I'm attracted to is the elegant, sexy, polished exterior that the whole world can see? Or is it what's inside that actually matters to me? I'm in a torment. True, I suffer real jealousy - and would go insane if another person's lips were to touch this mug ... but does that constitute love? I don't think so. I guess the real test would be if someone filled it with the lukewarm contents of an old hot waterbottle would I still lovingly wrap my hands around it and kiss it gently, treasuring each moment as the comforting beverage drizzled down my oesophagus - or would I carelessly toss it away and replace it with something more to my taste? Ouch. I hate myself - but I fear I know the answer. Oh well, another drink over and another problem resolved.
