My boyfriend and I have a very interesting love story. We met in a club in the U.S. what ins't a big deal. But how we got along was a surprise to everyone.
We are not Americans, we came from different culture, religion, language. First challenge was communication, but little by little I learned his language, he understand mine. We share our culture and respect the difference of religion.
While living close, both of us worked a lot. He handled my crazy schedule better than my friends. Everything seemed o.k., we moved together but...
My mother got very sick and I'm now back in Brazil to help my dad to take cafe of her.
I love my mom, but I miss my guy like crazy. The worst part is I don't know when I'm gonna see him again. It includes my mom's illness and bureaucracy to take a visa.
It hurts more than I could dream about.
We are not Americans, we came from different culture, religion, language. First challenge was communication, but little by little I learned his language, he understand mine. We share our culture and respect the difference of religion.
While living close, both of us worked a lot. He handled my crazy schedule better than my friends. Everything seemed o.k., we moved together but...
My mother got very sick and I'm now back in Brazil to help my dad to take cafe of her.
I love my mom, but I miss my guy like crazy. The worst part is I don't know when I'm gonna see him again. It includes my mom's illness and bureaucracy to take a visa.
It hurts more than I could dream about.
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