The day I remember now as clear as the sun that now strikes my dark cheeks. It was February 14th, 2005 and I woke up like any other woman; anxious, yet happy. I must warn you before you go further, that this is not your typical love story. This is my nightmare.
So (ok where was I?)…yes It was February 14th 2005 and I woke up like any other woman; anxious yet happy. The sun had made an early rise and I had risen with it, full of life and ready for what I had planned to be the best Valentine’s Day ever.
For four full years, Musa had been after my heart and my love, but I had been hesitant. He had built himself a reputation that was without any doubt, one to be feared and never ignored. Seven months earlier however, I had let my guard down after a year of staying single due to a severely shattered heart. Now this was to be our first Valentine’s Day together as a couple and I had to be the woman he had never seen before.