Dear M,
It's almost been two years since you were gone. I had my second heartbreak, both this year. I remembered that time when you read my palm and introduced me to palm reading, you said I am lucky in love. I don't know if what you said was true or you just liked me then and that was just one of the games that we we're playing. I moved out of New Lucban, the place that you used to live in, I moved out of the city, the place that you still have in your dreams.
For me the city is now rotting, the breeze are lies. the nights are more evil than what they have in the alleys of manila. Damp, dying, decay. I always hear of rumors of you coming back, I'm always hoping but am never always that interested of confirming if these rumors are true. I'm thinking of moving in to Manila next year. Is your birthday in the first month of the year? I can still remember where your house is, and they're building a mall next to it. I guess things will never be the same when you get back. Things grow old, or is it we are the ones who grow old over things?
I'm expecting to march this April, i told you that you should've attended your graduation. It would've been so much fun. Your poems are still gloomy. maybe that's what you are, a little drop of gloom before sunset. The city has changed, it is waiting for your return...
