Tyrone Chemce Guevarra

This is for the girls who have the tendency to stay up all night listening to music that reminds them of their current situation. Who hides their fears, hurt, pain and tears under their smiles and laughs on a daily basis. The girl who wear their hearts on their sleeve. The Girls who prays things will work out just once and they'll be satisfied. The girls who have so many secrets but will never tell a soul. The girls who have regrets and mistakes as a daily moral. The girls who don't always win, who may never win. The girls who stay up all night thinking about that one boy wondering if he'll ever notice her. The girls who get what they get and don't throw a fit. The girls who take life as it comes, hoping it'll get easier somewhere down the road. The girls who love with all their hearts but always get broken. This is for the real girls.

My life was like a moonless night. Very Dark, but there were stars--points of light and reason...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything...