It's been four years since i left Miami, four years today. It's amazing the way that time changes everything and how the real stuff never goes away. Today four years ago i was in love, deeply in love with the man of my dreams. Everything was as i wanted it to be, well not everything i had to leave. It's just hard to believe that it's been so long. I was happy. Right there and in that precise moment it had to end. It would had been better to only remember good stuff about him. How he made me laugh, the way he would chase be around the little beach in from of that lake. The way we used to play with the sand and the way we kissed until our mouths ran out of saliva.
June 20 2004 a date to remember. I was heading towards my future and leaving every single part of my soul, right there in that moment with him.


I keep asking myself. Why is love so difficult, i had a huge debate with some friends last night about relationships. After talking and arguing about; first dates, serious relationships, sex and playing games, for over 3 hours. I realized something, no matter how much you talk about it, how much you think about it, how much you try to understand it. Love is as unpredictable as life itself, and of course every guy its a different story.