Overcome with the deluge of love poems, Felicity still has doubts:
How are you? I have been thinking a lot about you recently. Our relationship seems to stop and start a fair bit don't you agree?
Where do you see it going?
Are you genuine with your feelings towards me? I am very uncertain about everything (and this annoys me because I pride myself in being well in control of my life in all other respects.)
What if it doesn't work out? What if you don't like blow jobs? What if you cannot satisfy me? What if I don't like yams? What does Anambra look like? What do you feel like? (The thought of your body in bed, naked beside me sends waves of emotion through me.)
So many silly questions but I cannot get them out of my mind.
I don't want to be a prostitute for ever Kenneth, I want a better life. Bat are you, my mysterious Prince of Anambra, the right person for me?
Please Kenneth, tell me what you feel and how we should progress.
Your princess, Felicity.