Beautiful melanin skin. Light with perfect lips. Her touch is perfect. Her *love* is perfect. Pain has tempered her into a fiery wave of heat. It scorches most, but baby I’m bulletproof. Their love is something neither of them experienced. It is something unseen in today’s world. Until recently everything has been perfect. Something has made my dream woman begin to act *strange.* She’s still the same. She still folds my bed and cleans my room while I’m at work. She still holds me the same she...