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I'm 23, but I feel like I'm 40.
I live another live.
It's a nightmare from witch I can not wake up, and I don't understand
it's how could I get here, just listening to my heart.
I know it seems a cliche for bad taste.
The beautiful romanian young woman and the rich Arab.
But not in our case.
We all want the great love. The passion to chage our lives.
Not only the chance that other my age girls are looking for.
I told you to leave me alone ! I don't want to see you anymore !
And I thought I found it.
Can you trust me ?
The true love. The chosen one.
- What am I dooing here ? - It's not a dream.
Then why am I so happy ?
Am I wrong for choosing the unconditional happiness ?
That it's !
And what if he has other wifes ?
My child. You don't know this culture. For them the woman is nothing !
I came here and I got drunk with the perfume of a perfect story.
Overwhelmed by the attention that can come only from a man who loves you.
And then, why did I get here ?
LOVE AND HONOR SOON
