Love is spice of life; it adorns life as clouds decorate the skies. Love is to life what a scent is to a Rose. Love I believe is the only denominator all hearts understands regardless of background, social class and educational attainment. It knows no boundary or barrier. Sometimes we have to step out of faith to find the love of our life.
When I was a kid I used to fantasize of me getting married to a white girl. I would love to have a mulatto as a child. Today, I’m in a different continent away from my dream girl. Between my fantasy and reality is there a correlation? All is about meeting and connectivity. That’s my hope. We meet someday and ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE!
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