At heart

After so many years, I still believe in Communism. I've read various books and essays written by Marx and Engels, and it enlightened me to a point that shook my values, yes, including the terminal ones. Even though we are a family of Capitalists, I can't help but wonder: what if I became a catalyst for change? And what if these changes brought about by my actions made life better for the people? As of late, fate has been trying oh so hard to change the values that I hold so dear, but my will to restrain seems to prevail. Nevertheless, my resolve sometimes waver.

I've kept everything in a book, and it'll stay that way.

I never get tired of seeing, or being with you even if we see each other every day. Never do I tire listening to you, your raves and rants. Even though I seem to be your stress ball, I gladly accept that duty. I miss pinching your cheeks and holding your hands under the table. Gah! I've been missing you a lot lately. I'll look forward to seeing you in the following weeks.