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