Color of Love - Keith Kareem Williams - Bog

We all have secrets. Our past is just what we want it to be, our past. When that comes out to stalk us, we run. Our lovers are our lovers, but sometimes they aren't the ones we desire the most.The dead don't stay buried, mail doesn't stay white, secrets aren't sweet. We all do things we don't mean to do, but what happens when they come to bite us?