Martinus Gunnarsen

*one day you ask him* am i pretty? *he says* no *you feel a bit hurt and then you ask him* do you want to be with me forever?*he says* no *you feel a bit more hurt and ask* if i left, would you cry?*he says*no *you turn to leave but then he grebs your wrist and says* you're not pretty, you're beautiful.I dont want to be with you forever, i need to be with you forever. And i wouldn't cry if you left, i would die