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