April 30, 2025

The letter I wrote to you is still with me. You were like the piece of flesh I dared not abandon. You were suppose to be there tomorrow. You were suppose to smile when I met the love of my life. You were suppose to be my companion even as my teeth rot and all others leave me. I thought i will never let you go. But you were the beloved animosity, stabbing me with needles. I did not feel it the first time. The second time I was annoyed. The third time, I was used to it. I could not tell until I was bleeding. So wide eyed, palpitating, weeping and fuming, I walked away from you. I turned my back like it never bothered me. I often remember you in between pages of my life. I will tell the world, I do not like you, and you hurt me. While the depth of me will love you and want to rekindle our friendship; but, I would rather cut myself than call you. In my stories, you shall always be that friend I had to run away from.