His Hidden Secret
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Matteo point of view:
This was not part of the plan, to fall in love and then have to hide the fact that I found the love of my life and have to hide her from everyone, and all the craziness that comes with always being in the spot light, I had grown up thinking that maybe I wouldn't be falling in love I mean being the youngest and seeing how sometimes love breaks you and turns you into a whole different person its hard to think that a person can do something like that to someone, so in the back of my mind I had to be careful, but sometimes you meet the love of your life when your not looking....
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