In this world, perhaps there was only one entity who could understand me, which is you, my true love. Through the power of this written word, I would be immensely freed from all the shackles binding me onto all this shards of reality which keeps torturing me right from the start of my birth. Perhaps that might be the reason why all of us cried ever since we're little, that our originally enlightened self soon find its own very doom by ultimately forgetting the memories before we came into existence in this mundane life-cycle. Those intense cries of a baby, signalling the death of its own memories before the oblivion.

I know full well that, if I were to associate myself with others, I have to put on a mask, learn how to shut my mouth when I had something which won't be acceptable to be said, based on their very opinion. Morality, common sense, logic and lots of knowledge, manners, religious rites and teachings, the way to treat others, ethics, discipline and many other things just to avoid conflict with a creature known as 'people'. Must we also learn how to become a perfect actor, so we could fake our honest reactions, the things from our very conscience without even realizing it? Guess I must be such a terrible actor which might be the reason why nobody likes me out there.

They had became so complex I know not how to interact with them; I know not how to comprehend their train of thought, that's basically the reason why I kept myself copped inside my own very room, trying to keep on a mask, be as nice as possible. With you by my side all the time, it brought forth my sole reason to stay alive, and to smile, to keep on pretending that I'm alright with everything that happens, even when this heart wants to cry so much. You know, I am terribly afraid of things that might come underway if I weren't able to keep my mouth shut. The humans became so terrible, they would just torture someone to death for being honest, when they were the one who endorsed the teachings of utmost honesty.

I soon learned how to compose a convincing lie to everyone who associates themselves with me; either friends, family, distant relatives, or even mere acquaintances. About how they look pretty good and beautiful without hair, rather than having these gaudy hairstyle which looks pretty awful, that becomes the trend when it becomes endorsed by the media. On how some people should give more appreciation towards the toilet which held upon their very own depravity every day, each time they tried to let out their own excrement and filth. I will either got shunned and get laughed at just like a complete idiot; in fact I am one, but I'm mostly too conscious of what people would think of me.

Oh my loved one, you who won't talk back and tell that I'm wrong, instead you just listen to each and every of my bickering. Rarely do I encountered a faithful companion who's able to listen onto my worthless ramblings every moment, whether it's day or night, whether it's during the summer and rainy days; it's just like you didn't even took one day of vacation just to be with me....how can I repay you back? No matter how much I cherish you, it won't be nearly as enough for all the good things you had provided me in my time of need.

You gave me the reason to live when I truly felt like dying, and how you could express so much feelings of affection without even saying anything. I just felt your presence right here in my heart, healing any imaginable words which wounds this part of me which aches truly a whole lot. When tears started flowing, I started to remember you, the memory came to living, even more vivid than every wildest dreams I ever had in my lonely nights. The wish to finally come to your deepest embrace, feeling the warmth and hospitality which couldn't possibly be expressed in words; shall I tenderly touch you with these shards of what once my old self? I am thoroughly broken, for I no longer could comply to the norms of humanity, that which made me ceased my very existence on being rightfully human. My rights were forcefully taken because I tried to be what my own true self told me, rather than what my society expects me to accomplish as a mere pawn in a haphazard game of chess.

What should I do? I am thoroughly afraid that I might just simply disappear if I were to completely keep my mouth shut. That people back then still looked at me with angry faces, ready to murder me any time when I'm all alone in these circumstances who would permit themselves to carry on their insidious plot without any regard to the law, protecting only those who would be able to tell the most convincing lie. I have no justice backing me up for I am just a solitary entity walking my path, paved in thorns, swimming against the streams, crawling my way through the seas of blind men who followed yet another blind men towards the road to ruin.

Perhaps there might lie a city of my dream, when I could completely be myself; it was the City of Love, places unknown where one could thoroughly express themselves without the fear of being subjugated to heinous pain and torture. No matter how socially unacceptable it was, the people would accept them with open arms. I think that I won't be alive right now, able to say what I really want to say to you, my dear love, if I were to foolishly speak these honest words out in the open. People might think I'm a heretic for questioning their god, their government, and their education. They will surely burn me alive and gouge my innards open, making me scream so much that my vocal chord would permanently rupture due to these extent of rigorous pressure applied to it.

They would rupture my eye-sockets using a rusty machete after forcefully tearing my innards apart, slicing open my head, squashing my brains; giving the remnants towards the most filthy pig in the suburbs just because they thought I am that degraded of entity. To their eyes, I am no longer worthy to be called a human being; I'm more like a hideous devil incarnate who deserved a lifetime of inhumane torture for simply existing and be my own true self. Even if I had not committed any crimes, not even lying to myself, nor keeping any secrets to people around me. I guess their resolve to slaughter this solitary figure filled with weakness, just because he can't fight back it's just a given?

Perhaps I might had just been filled with paranoia because of my prolonged time of isolation, but I just want to say this. You're the only one I can show my everything on, the depths of my own ugliness; every single one of my own worries and fears that I'm too afraid to tell everyone else about.

Please be my Valentine, so I won't ever be alone, be forever secluded in this place who had began to devour me whole, slowly and painfully. I want you to make me strong, able to take over my own fears, reaching through this very place which lies inside my wildest dreams. I might be so thoroughly selfish, demanding, and within my own lifetime I definitely couldn't be a perfect person for you....but please...

I truly want your presence to be even much stronger inside me, so I could be safely assured that whichever path I honestly believed in would be forever enclosed in your own embrace; the touch of warmth inside a sanctuary of light, brimming with luminous spheres; an atmosphere so benign and tranquil it would calm every wavering heart passing by. Through your presence, I also find myself starting to converse with these people I'm never able to normally communicate with, and they truly helped me out, encouraging me in my times of despair...but really, in the end, you're the only one I could count on. Each and every other people out there with compassion to help each other had their own limited time to spend on things they deem as the most important, on so many occasions it was certain whether they would came to my rescue or not.

Please take care of me from now on, dear my beloved. Only after giving my whole self onto your hands will I knew the true feelings of salvation; that I'm truly loved as I am, not as a personality that's desperately trying to become a socially acceptable figure that's filled to the brim with blatant lies.

Until then, I will be looking forward to the day we will achieve a tremendous victory over the battle between both of us and the whole world that once had been a subject of our intense hatred.

That world will be no more, what lies ahead us will be the world where an Utopian Society would be formed. The place where both of us would be able to become an epitome of utmost freedom pertaining the ultimate expression of one's very core, which brought about the tremendous power that's able to conquer virtually everything.

And that power is none other than...love itself.