I am complete, when he comes he will be an extension of who I am, as a whole, as someone who already has a defined identity as someone who is enough for living, for being..

I am complete now, and when he comes we will dissolve as two wholes to make something deeper, but am whole, not just a piece cut on something greater, not just a fragment that won’t make sense unadded to ,

I am complete and when he comes he will find me defined , and knowing who  I am, without him, without anyone but the absolute me that is, the absolute me that lives, a life already full

I am complete that when he comes he will find me with no doubts, of whether I like black or blue so that he can be the one to tell me

I am complete, and when he comes he will find me ready not to hide the nakedness of my soul, my known flaws, and mistakes of the past , he will find me living with them as another thing that makes the whole of my completeness

I am complete, with the self, that loves its self, that forgives itself, that is kind to its self…as if towards someone really important and deserving

I am complete, and joy he will find me with, joy he will find me knowing , so that I am ready to give and with open arms to receive, and that the joy he will bring he will find my heart knowing

And in my completeness and his we will extend. To oneness and form a rock…





if it means following a road

that leads to a tunnel with no light at the end

or walking on thorns towards a heartache with no end

i’ll follow it blindly..to fall in the arms of you

ignoring through every step i’m the other woman

the less right, the less deserving

i don’t know love, i need not your love

if this passion you can keep ablaze

so i’ll keep playing with this fire so strong

even if it secretly burns my insides

and towards the loneliness  it hides

i’will  follow it forever blindly


Copyright © 2016 FofoFlor

“When they ask”


I will tell them that our love was lost

in the blue under the eclipsing sun

I will tell them that our friendship broke
inside of me underneath my bruised wrist

I will tell them that our hope shattered and
sank in the seas above layers of paraffin

I will tell them that our hands lost hold
in the meadows between flowers and dust

I will tell them that we merged in another world
and buried our laughters forever in the past

I will tell them that we had a treasure dearer than gold
and that for me somethings never last

I will tell them how you stepped aside and walked away
I will tell them that love dies anyway..

Copyright © 2016 FofoFlor

21 breakup songs for 3 types of girls


This playlist best suits the fierce, bold, harsh girls who pretty much think they can do all bad by themselves, and that those guys who broke their hearts were losers anyway!

1. Fuck it – Eamon
2. Over it -Catherine Mcphee
3. Leave-Jojo
4. Yesterday-Trey Songz ft Toni Braxton
5. No love -Eminem
6. Love hurts- Denyque
7. Say it  all-Nelly Furtado


This playlist identifies with emotional girls, who will feel the hurt but still keep their heads above the water, gather their strength to move on and not lose themselves into the break up even if they know it hurt like hell.

1. Skyscrapers – Demi Lavato
2. I was a fool – Tegan and Sarah
3. Damaged -Shayne Ward
4.Better in time-Leonna Lewis
5. Jar of hearts -Christina Perry
6. Now am all messed up -Tegan and Sarah
7. Win -Jarell Perry

This playlist is for the hopeless romantic, who are soft and fragile at heart , likely to pursue false hopes of the guy coming back someday,  they are the type who fall too hard and can’t imagine going on after the breakup because of the so  cliche line ” i can’t live without you” this playlist is not recommended it will make it a whole lot harder than it is to let go.
1. Unbreak  my heart-Toni Braxton
2. Because of you- Kelly Clarkson
3. Everytime -Britney Spears
4. Goodbye my lover-James Blunt
5. Someone like you- Adele
6. My immortal- Evanescence
7 Show me the meaning- Backstreet Boys

”  you can break down a woman temporarily but a real woman will always pick up the pieces rebuild herself and come back stronger than ever”




I cannot count how many hours I spent on Facebook looking at random wedding pictures, of people i don’t even know.So if we count that’s like 586795 hours. You might as well call me an addict. When I see a wedding picture a lot of things come to my mind, mostly the first thing is wondering what the couple’s love story is.what it takes to finally reach that step of the greatest commitment.At times I also wonder if none of them is being deceived. If they are going to regret it or if those lovely pictures aren’t a product of all the wrong reasons to commit to a person for life.The optimism that keeps me obsessed is the imagination of a dream come true, of a love that wins, a love that lasts.Finally building a home with the person you love. If not having them become your home.



When I think of adoption a feel a little heartbreak. I think of a child who would have to grow up out of the nest of where they biologically belong. The possibility that the child may never have to know their true roots. As much as its disturbing to thinking of it that way.Adoption is a story of hope, to the child that will be given love, acceptance, and a home by people who would otherwise be strangers. The family, that is welcoming someone new with a commitment to love them and make them their family, a family that is probably going to experience wholeness after years of fighting infertility, or simply the need of a child to love.



I  honestly don’t know how to break the news to you, but in my 21 beautiful years of life, Ive never been to a beach!  I recently visited some small lake in my country, but there was no sand, and no sun so it was less magical. However the sight of water, the sound, and breeze are still breathtaking. I have always felt like a beach is one of those places where magic happens, a place of inspiration, of nature’s music, and contemplation of how much beauty there is in this world, and finally be grateful as we can to be here.I so much intend to go as many beaches as possible.I only hope my life is long enough



Motherhood is one of the mysterious and sacred things that you can only understand once you are a mother. I have tried to meditate, internalize and make sense of it with no much success. If God made me chose again, and again a thousand times, i would trade nothing for being a woman. being made to carry and nurture life before anyone in the world gets to know about it.Unconsciously protecting it with all you are.Loving them that they become more important than yourself. The mystery of watching someone so little, and fragile growing under your eyes. protecting them with humanly and supernatural power making sure they thrive. Having them be yours and at the same time their own independent being. that will always be an extension of you.



Whenever i see an interracial couple somewhere along the way, I can’t help but turn and steals a few looks, but that’s not enough because i also immediately start to try to figure out how they met, fell in love blah blah!! One thing i always ask myself is how they got past the barriers of their cultural differences, different upbringing and  origin and merge those differences in one wonderful common ground called love and companionship. How they carry on merging those differences in raising their children that are neither this race or the other but a magnificent cocktail. Its beautiful how our souls despite what we look like or where we come from have the ability to recognize each other and fall into oneness.