"This is not who I am", you told me, "Tim, is not who I am," I knew you for over a year, and when you agreed to be my friend I became the happiest man on earth. But I messed things up when I told you that I liked you and you surprised me with that, that I did not want who you were but what covered you, like if you're some kind of base covered by paint with a color different than yours, and at night when I was almost asleep, I got it: you are not what you can easily see at first sight. You were hiding everything always.
So then, the other day, I said to you, "Dear Monique, I know who you are, I swear that I know" and you laughed in my face. And I felt bad.
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Behind the skin
RomantikThis is a story about love, lust, obsession, and choices. Isabela has her own bubble that separates her from others, that's why she don't want to get closer to Tim, a wealthy white man that appears to be in love of her. She doesn't want to be lo...
