Duality...

Dearest my love,

It has come to pass that there was a time in our friendship that we thought of each other differently than what we think of each other now, I'm sure. Take my perception of you for example. I was asking myself, who is this feminist anyway? Would I consider this a challenge, or a nuissance? Would our aquaintance be detrimental to my social stability? All these queries posted a vague whole thought on me and passed up for a cerebral conundrum.

It is your idea about men that intrigues me perhaps. The plot for equality, you say, starts in yourselves. You advocate empowerment but is empowerment a form of illusion as the experts say? For we exist in a universe of duality. To conforme is to play. And the endless game is life. Man has a part in a woman and so is a woman to a man. We are on an endless process of hypotheses and theories and I feel like guinea pig.

It is different with you. I am different with you. I feel different towards you. Like a swan gracing the lake you have turned into since the day I've met you. The feminist in you faded into a divine epitome of femininity. An avatar of Aphrodite here in my life. Yet you choose not to yield. For what reasons, it escapes me.

I love you. With all my heart and soul. With every breath that I take. With all my masculinity. It's the fact of you being a female and me being a male that makes me drawn into you. We can be the embodiment of duality. Of union between man and woman. Like the light and darkness, good and evil, love and hate, You and Me. And like all dualities, my love will always be there for you. Forever.

From the one who loves you

Echoes of Hate...

To the love of my life,

Life, as we know it, is an endless stream of truths and fallacies. You are what you believe you are. What you want to be, you can be. We are the master of our selves.

I don't know you. Perhaps I never will. You don't know me. Perhaps you too, never will. But do you even bother to know me? Or better yet, know yourself? Don't you get it? I am you and you are me. And learning more about me would be learning more about yourself. At least it's what I think. Or maybe it's just another fallacy.

Not what you know about me is what I know about myself. Not what you think you are is how I see you. The laws on communication are universal. It doesn't escape us, or what we do.

Try to see the beauty of it all with open eyes. Please, my love, give our love a chance.

From an outcast

The Violinist...

Angel in pink,

I met a violinist.

With every strike of her bow, with every note that emanates from her instrument, I was entranced with every song that she plays. The sonic harmony has no compare. When I thought that music was my game, i think again. Then I thought of you. And the songs that we could possibly play. If we wanted to.

I may just be a voice. But you are the music.

Devil in blue

Tear Dreams...

My dearest angel,

I dreamt of you last night. Tears were on your eyes. An unspeakable sadness envelopes you. In my dream, I cried with you. Our tears flowed with the efficacy of a drowning river. It crystallized with the coldness of our numb minds.

In my dream, I had a dream. That is to be with you. In it, there will be no tears of sadness. There will be just happiness and bliss. In it, we'll let all our conciousness fly freely in an open and endless space of time continuum.

But a dream is a dream. Especially if it's within a dream. But my dreams are the only thing left that are keeping me alive. Would you not allow me to dream? Or would you dream with me too?

Take care always...

Your little devil

Angel in Flight...

My everdearest,

Have you ever loved someone that made you doubt how you love yourself? It's been said that you may have never been in love until you see the reflection of the stars on a puddle of sparkling water. Not until you've noticed that you've been staring at the ceiling for hours already.

Not until I seem to pause for a couple of minutes before continuing this letter.

To much have been lost. My thoughts plunge into an endless river of memories. I searched the deepest recesses of my mind and try to alleviate my thinking that you might still be there. But lo, only the idea of you remains. An idea that I will be thinking of for a long, long time. A memory that I will forever cherish.

Maybe this is really what's supposed to happen. That you remain as that. I'm beginning to see it more clearly now. My thanks to an angel like you for further clearing my mind.

But the fact still remains. That I'll always be here. That you will always be there. I'm your devil, you're my angel. May it be marked on my tombstone. Written in the blood of the purists. Take care of your wings as you fly. Someday, we might fly together. In an endless stream. Of dreams.

The one who's always here

Love is just a fallacy...

My lady,

It's official. I'm missing you. Even if I subconciously told you that I don't want to see you. Or to be with you. Until these feelings subside. It is also official. I'm in love with you.

How many times have we told ourselves that Love is but a fallacy? How many times that we've realized that to be in love with someone so much is just like conjuring a big warning sign. A sign that counts down our time left with Reason? And yet how many times have we been in love?

To speak or not to. I have chosen to speak beacause it's the logical thing for me to do. Rather than hide behind the mask of hypocrisy. And before I let you go, I just want to say what I want to say.

That is I Love You...

Someone

Yesterday...

To an angel,

Yesterday was the happiest day of my life. I saw you. With that endearing smile, those sparkling eyes that shines and lights up my life. You remind me of the moments when I was a child. Innocent. Full of happiness. I was in bliss. Your proverbial wings spread out as if it's calling to me. I was drawn like a moth to the flame.

Yesterday was the loneliest day of my life. I saw you. And you're not mine.

Your devil

The Parable Of The Ocean...

My precious,

I hate it when i feel an awkward feeling. And I am feeling an awkward feeling. That is I'm missing you. It pains me to know that we are not together when we are supposed to be. Well, call it wishful thinking. As they say... Who knows, Destiny might have a better plan.

So how's everything doing on your part? Are you coping up with the river called life? Soon, you'll be traversing into the sea and much later the ocean. Don't get lost in the ocean. Better yet, don't end up in a lake, where everything is stagnant, and the water evaporates quickly. Enough said.

You know what I'm wishin'? I hope that in some time of your life, you will be able to look back in time and remember that at one point in your life, there was this someone who loved you one-sidedly. And when you remember it, you will smile and think of me. And then you'll miss me. But then again, it's all wishful thinking. I hope that even just my dreams, It will happen.

Take Care,
Your Smeagol

The Fine Line...

Everdearest Angel,

We've been busy lately. And so is my heart. And so is my mind, thinking of you. With every smile that I remember, with your very presence that never falters. You light up my unilluminated life.

Are you avoiding me? I don't wish that you should. For I can't avoid liking you more. In my existence, I've always believed that love is a thing that develops in time. But what I'm feeling towards you is further escalated. Maybe your avoidance is the culprit. You don't have to be aloof of me. I am not just your suitor. I am also your friend.

I end this letter reassuring you of the fine line that threads between our friendship and what I'm beginning to feel towards you. It may be a bitter pill to swallow but hey, who knows, it might be something that we will not regret. Rest assured that I remain whatever you want me to be.

Your Number 1 Admirer

Heaven's Gate...

My Dearest Angel,

Time may be of the essence but time is a virtue we both may or may not have. Here I am again. A devil lost in the heaven that my mind conjures when i think of you. In a pseudo-paradise that I envision for myself, you are there.

How are you? I just wish that you are happy. Well, don't worry about me. I am not the type who pushes through what I want. As much as I'd like you to be a part of me, that I cannot impose. For who is a slave who demands on his master? Maybe It’s the innate goddess qualities in you that commands my senses to adore you. Or maybe it’s just me. The flame of friendship is what we have now and I am not in a position to let it burn out.

I am starting to like you. The all of you. And the more I think about you, the more my worries go away into a secluded part of my memory. For you are my mental haven in times of strafe. And for that I thank you.

But then again, time may be of the essence. So for now, I park my pen.

Your Little Devil

Lost Devil...

Dear Someone,

It all started when I first met you. It was the first time I saw your face. It was the first time that I've noticed your presence, even though I've already expected that you may not notice me. Who am I anyway, I'm just an invisible man in your colossal world. It was the first time I remembered that I've fallen in love, at first sight.

I've felt like a devil unknowingly enjoined with divine beings. For there was you. And as I've look upon those sparkling eyes as they stare at another, I see an angel. An angel of beauty, an angel of light. An angel that will keep me thinking late at night.

Who am I though? I'm a devil in disguise. I'm a vagabond of hearts. Or at least it's what they say I used to be. I'm an artist at heart, but hey, this is just me.

And so, I awaken my pen. This is the start of my journey. I wish, I hope, you'll bear with me.

Very Truly Yours,
just somebody