Maria Lua has no father

If I wanted to go back into that room and tell him how much I loved him, that it wasn't just deep feelings, that I made that up not to say what I really wanted? The answer is yes. Did I have the courage to do this? Not.

There was a time when I let my heart speak louder and I was screwed for eight years, suffering in the worst way possible, for the man I thought I loved, for his mother, for his brothers, living pains that weren't mine.

I could no longer do this. Now my pains. I tolerated Mirela and Cindy. Then the call the blonde answered. The mess at North B. when she was there. I tolerated him saying that he couldn't go on with the business without her, as she was his trusted person. I endured knowing that the underclass had an apartment in the same luxurious building as him, given as a gift. Now, for him to steal my idea and say he'd done it for me… No, that wasn't forgivable.

It was like getting into a relationship already knowing it wouldn't work out. We weren't Romeo and Juliet,