Sometimes I feel like I'm in the wrong love. I love him dearly, and he is everything that is good, kind, strong yet gentle in man, however every once in a while I have a doubt. Some times in the quiet moments of my night I see a different love, a cultural love I see my own colour and my own people and I feel like deep down, that is my right love, my true and forever love.
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