"I think both of us need space!" Jane insisted. "For the last three months, things have not been the same for us, this thing isn't working. I thought I knew you, I convinced myself I love you and care so much about you, but I don't feel anything for you anymore." She continued as James, her boyfriend stared at her as many questions staggered in his mind. "Why are you doing this to us?" He asked as crests of tears tried to bubble out of his eyes. But he suppressed them in. No, African men do not cry. James was a true son of the African soil born and raised in Western Kenya. He looked at her, walked towards her with a royal smile, held Jane's hand and kissed her fallanjes. "If it's your wish for us to separate, I am sorry I cannot grant it. I love you so much and I am not ready to loose you." James said to Jane while holding her in his magical chocolate brown smooth hands. Arms which no lady would resist to be engulfed i...
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