Loving a Latin King

What is love? Everyone seems to think they know the meaning of love, but exactly how many do? I thought I knew the meaning of that disturbing, troublesome, disquieting emotion. However, I've lately become confused if that is what I'm in. They say love will make you do crazy things. If true, I'm guessing that is why I'm in the predicament I am in now.

My name is Melina Velazquez, I am 22 years old. I stand at 5ft tall, weighing at 115lbs. I may not be the prettiest out there nor is my body 100% perfect, but we all have flaws. No one is perfect. I tend to be shy at times, but once you get to know me, you'll find out that I'm outgoing, random, goofy, loving, and caring. I'm all about family and friends, although both parties have always done me wrong. I'm no one to hold a grudge, but I'm sure as hell not one to forget. I'm usually peaceful until taken out of my character. I swear there are times when I believe I have two ultra egos. Or it could possibly be that I've officially become insane. I lived a somewhat ok life. Hell, it's better than the one I'm living now. Yes it had its ups and downs. Yes I struggled to maintain things in order. Yes I've felt lonely at times, especially when I had hundreds of people around me. But nothing compares to the loneliness I feel now. There's this feeling driving me insane, knowing that I'm in here while he's out there.

It's been a month and three days since I last seen his face. I don't know if he cares about me anymore. I mean if he did, he would've seen me already. I mean it's only right. Right?

Oh boy, there I go again talking to myself. If I keep conversing with myself I might as well try to check myself in a mental hospital.

All I know is if he doesn't come to visit me soon, I'm going to possibly end my life. I know that's ludicrous, but what's a woman to do. I mean after all, I'm sitting here in this cell paying for a crime that I did not commit.