i taught her to be a photographer; to see the beauty in both simple and extraordinary things..she became so good i began to doubt my talent. Then, one day, she cropped me out of the picture and eventually her life. i taught him to love music; to hear the beat and feel it in your bones and your heart. he began to speak about music, damn, he learned so much, i  began to doubt my ear for the rhythm, and then one day he wrote me out of the song. i taught her to be a writer, and a lover at the least, until one day she wrote me out of her heart. through all the fun and loss, the laughs and tears there are times i question myself and if i am the reason they all left me. but at the end of it all what i know is i am a photographer, i still feel the music and i still spill my soul onto paper. i am the writer, the artist the passionate soul you have all loved and let love. you taught me my true talent, that no one can ever erase from me, that i love without fear and i never walk away. so being left by you just means that it was time to move on for both of us.