Dear comrade,

To have to love this much is to surrender one's death to repetition and elaborate reenactments. To have to accept the hell that comes with forgiveness is to constantly live in fear of the likelihood of you losing to predictability. To live with you is to choose to trust the known weakness of our emotions, the knowns we so stubbornly felt were nothing but an overrated excuse for breaking up or for loving someone else. To have to live with this love is to hold on to the promise of a complete overthrow of power and realisation of an ideal life where every man is truly free. And while noble I also know that this is a struggling revolution – a marginal struggle sometimes insulted, trampled and looked down upon and at times  falling prey to the selective amnesia also called mediocrity.