Allowing her to find a love that wouldn’t have her hurt was something that made sense. Except, I couldn’t do that because I loved this woman with everything. Not having Anjo in my life would be like tossing dirt onto a coffin, although she was alive. I couldn’t picture my life without her, and all the guilt I was carrying was hard to push to the side. A nigga felt like a bitch for allowing someone to touch my woman. My Anjo.
THATS RIGHT
