Mein Prinz hat wieder geschrieben.
Nun ist er auch noch in Nigeria der Trottel. Er gibt mir seine nigerianische Handynummer, damit ich ihn anrufen kann.
Dann muß ich ihn gleich nach einen Pass fragen, weil es ja so viele Verbrecher dort gibt.
Dear Honey,
Thanks for mailing me back at this time mylove....Love is a friendship that has caught fire, it is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
Love is content with the present, it hopes for the future, and it doesn't brood over the past. It's the day in and day out chronicle of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories, and working toward common goals.
If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things you lack. If you don't have it, no matter what else there is, it's not enough.
Of all the people in this world, you're the one I run to. Your name has been inscribed in my heart before I knew your name. In the moment we met all those years ago, I knew you were the one. I whisper your name each morning when I wake, and each night to the stars.
I am who I am because of you, and there is no one else I want to be. You have taught me so much about this world, and even through the times when darkness covered my world, you were always the light.
I will love you for the rest of my life, no matter what.
Honey , I have such a hunger for you, Honey. I want and need you in my life to make me whole. i will love to hear your voice and sharing sweet moments together. I want to spend my life with you and grow old together. Be safe for me, Love, and be mine.
Am in Nigeria now for a Peace Keeping and here is my Private cell number you can call me on:
+2348067689961 , honey i will be waiting to hear your sweet voice
Love always,
Lingo Smith