Two days of Sevgilim and i being put off with each other. This morning was better and she went to school hasta. I did a bit more resting, then did a small review of Turkish, got a bit of sun, and then thought about Love, and wrote Sevgilim a poem. My Father is making this life worth living by his gift of the spirit which teaches and shows me what Love is and how it is to be used. It has been my selfishness that has hurt both of us, but it is love that shall and is the only thing that will overcome the souls clinging to an identity.