I would rather walk alone, and make my own trail,

rather than walk with someone in their trail,

I can make my own mark in this world.

I would liken you

To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.

I would liken you

To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

-Langston Hughes

To my girls ...

best night ever !

I definitely needed that you guys made my night.

I don't know what I would do with out you guys.

My night consisted of anger,

from anger to tears,

tears to laughter,

laughter to being completely done !

My life with out you guys would be empty.

My tears- you dried them,

My pain- you healed it,

My smile- you made it.

I love you girls !

If some lives form a perfect circle,

other take shape in ways we cannot predict,

or always understand.

Loss has been part of my journey.

But it has also shown me what is precious.

So has love for which I can only be grateful.

you lost sight of what a relationship should be about,

so much

that you're trying to make it something it shouldn't be.

so I'm walking away.

act like a lady ;; think like a man.

Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her,
and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her.

To feel that I have lost her.To hear the immense night,

still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.

Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

and these the last verses that I write for her.