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At first we were friends, as close as family, and now we are lovers, calling ourselves husband and wife. Planning a life together no matter what the price.



So, how come we are not shouting it to the top of the world? I do not know anymore why we are treating our love so secretly! How can this be? How is this happening to me? How come so secretive about our love, we must be? When we say it is from God above?



Why can't we now let our love be known? Can there be an ulterior motive, or is he just trying to fool me? Manipulation is what some men do, so how can I go through this, and think his love is true? What goes on in the dark will surely soon come to the light. It will all be reveiled to me shortly for sure, as sure as what I write, as soon as tonight...



My grown children think all men from Africa cannot be trusted, since the way my last relationship ended with an African man who lied, cheated and got busted! And he now wants me back, but I am so gone, in love with another, and that is a fact. No way in hell would I ever go back.



Yes, here I go again, but this time my eyes and ears are open, this time, so as to protect my mended heart. Quite frankly, what I am seeing and feeling is puzzling ya see? Is my lover now playing the field, and is he playing me? He says abundantly, I love you, but is it true? Why he even calls me his wife, and I call him my husband too.



Could I be wrong? Is he waiting until we meet in person, face to face, to see if the sparks really fly? Or is it that I am the most valuable to this guy for only the letter, and when he gets here, if things don't get much better, then his fake love for me dies? Then he starts running around on me cheating and telling lies...



Things had better change and change quickly, since he is the one who is keeping our relationship so quietly. He is the man, he should take the lead, announce his love for me. I want to shout it out to everyone, that he and I are one!



If our love is not recognize immediately I'm ready to call it and, split, bounce, haul ass real fast for sure, because there is no fool like an old fool, so, I will not allow my heart to be broken or me used anymore...