I took a deep breath as I allowed the crew people inside my late husband's and I home. I nervously guided them through the living room.
I sat down slowly and carefully into my late husband's favorite chair. I smiled to myself as I got comfortable in his chair, inhaling his manly scent that still remained there.
I snapped out of my thoughts, and motioned for the interviewer to sit down.
"Oh please, sit down." I motioned at the couch.
She sat down and got her microphones ready and things. I fidgeted with my hands nervously as the people got ready.
"Would you like anything to drink, or something to eat?" I asked, standing to my feet.
"No, thank you." The interviewer smiled warmly causing me to sit down.
It was my first time in five years have I talked about my husband. The people had been asking me for years, for the interview. But I just wasn't quite ready.
But now, I'm ready. I decided that it was time to release all the things that has been pent inside of me for five long years.
"Are you ready, Mrs. Shakur?" The interviewer asked me.
I tucked a loose strand of hair, behind my ear before responding.
"Yes. I'm ready."
The director raised his hands counting down.
"Hello, my name is Aaliyah Haughton-Shakur."
And this is the Untold Love story of Aaliyah and Tupac Shakur.
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I have been silent for a while, and I thought about it for a second. I'm going to tell the story, our story. My name is Aaliyah Haughton Shakur, and this is the Untold Love story of Aaliyah and Tupac Cover by Colorful-Me