There are some parallels in life that more often than not don’t go together.

In life, we all fight. We fight for what we may think is right, what we believe in and what we want. Always shall we fight the good fight.

Growing up, my father left my side at around 7 years old. From then on, he was around rarely. A father is supposed to be there and fight. Fight for the creation he took part in making. A father is suppose to be the one that you look up to, in times of need and in times when you’re in search for guidance. That is what a father really is.

My father was a shell of that. When he was around, times were great, but more often then not he wasn’t around so those times quickly faded. There were times where I could use help carrying the weight of the household on my shoulders. Most importantly, when I was always there, loving him for everything that he was, although he wasn’t around often, in return I didn’t get much.

So what’s a guy, with no father-figure to look up to and with rare guidance and direction, turn out to be? Most don’t turn out to be like me.

I fight. I fight for what it is I love, for what I believe in and for what I want.

I fight hard every single day and I never take a day off. I’ve learned how to fight and how to turn resentment and hurt and turn it into something great.

And unlike my father, I fighting for something I love, for someone I believe in. And no matter what you or anyone may think, it’s real to me.

Using the same love, care, passion and fight I’ve learned to give, one day, I hope to have kids and I’ll be a great father but today and at this moment I still fight for what I believe in. I’m a great boyfriend.

I will always fight.

stay true.