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Sep 2015
Dear friend, I know you're in so much sorrow and I know how you always try to fake a smile. But please, make it more authentic? I would know because you and I, have been a part of each other, inseparable, on the same rhythm.

Dear friend, it has been a year since we last spoke about our whereabouts, it has been a year since we forgot each other. You chose to be with people who have the capacity to not ask if things have been great for you, or not. But I chose to ask, because I choose you.

Dear friend, I was always wondering how life could be so mundane, more so that death itself doesn't feel as threatening as losing you. You kept the easy ones, but gave away your friend who has always been there during Saturday nights where you would cry your heart out over some one who treated you like *******.

Dear friend, I did everything to make you stay, convinced you to not go back from the hands that hurt you. You have been addicted to your own destruction. And you chose him, over me. And I am sorry, I am not him. I refuse to be someone I am not.

Dear friend, I hate seeing you go, but if you really must, please come back. Please come back with my heart. And please, when you come back, never take it again. *Because I refuse to be your pseudo lover, I refuse to be unnoticed. I refuse to be refused of love.
Ken Alorro
Written by
Ken Alorro  Davao City
(Davao City)   
     Bluie, Mark Ipil and Earl Jane
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