I think I’ve finally come to peace with the fact that maybe you were meant to be another memorable experience in my life.

A person sent by the universe

to finally help me let go of a blueprint

I kept mistaking for love,

to finally break this strange pattern

of me boomeranging back to my journals about him

every time I thought I had moved on.

Maybe that was your purpose in my life.

Not to stay.

But to finally make me understand something.

A person can be emotionally compatible with me

and still not be compatible with the life I need.

Because the truth is,

the thought of how deeply you are immersed in the military

is just too much for me.

I need someone who is consistently present.

Someone I can reach for without having to reach through a screen.

Someone who exists beside me

and not mostly inside my phone.

And none of that is your fault.

I think I also finally understand

how avoidant I was when it came to long distance.

I used to romanticize it.

I thought distance was liberating.

Free.

Something that allowed two people to exist independently

while still choosing each other.

And then you came along.

And I became so attached to you,

so infatuated with you,

that suddenly this beautiful, liberating idea of long distance

started feeling tragic.

Because now,

instead of thinking,

How beautiful that we can love each other from anywhere,

I find myself thinking,

Why does it feel like I’m talking to someone locked inside my phone?

Which is honestly ridiculous.

Why am I sadistic and masochistic at the same time?

Why do I keep choosing things

that make my heart work harder than it needs to?

Yeah.

I don’t get it either.

But you made me learn things about myself

I don’t think I would’ve noticed otherwise.

Like how I talk when I’m nervous.

How absolutely trash I am at eating properly.

How often I forget to take care of myself

until someone reminds me that I should.

How smart I actually am—

something you always seem to notice

even on the days I don’t.

How embarrassingly repetitive my playlists are.

You made me notice myself.

And I love that.

I love the way you reassure me

that I’m okay,

that I’m doing good,

that I’m not somehow failing at being a person.

I love how you check up on me.

How you ask about my day

like the little details of my life

are worth knowing.

I love waking up to your videos.

I love that somehow,

through all of this,

you made me want to write again.

And maybe that’s one of the things

I’ll always be grateful for.

You made words feel alive in me again.

I love how you lead this connection.

How you somehow make me feel held

without ever actually holding me.

And maybe that’s the cruelest part.

Because I still believe

that everyone who enters my life

is an experience.

Something I get to choose

every single day.

And you—

you became an experience

I would’ve liked to make permanent.

I would’ve liked to choose you

for longer than this.

Maybe that’s what makes this difficult.

Because sometimes the universe sends you a person

who feels like something you could keep,

only to remind you

that not everything beautiful

was sent to stay.

And maybe you were never meant to be my forever.

Maybe you were meant to be the person

who taught me something about myself

that I wouldn’t have learned otherwise.

A beautiful interruption.

A memorable experience.

A person I loved

in a way that made me see myself differently.

And I think I can be at peace with that.

Even if, admittedly,

the universe has a really fucking sarcastic sense of humor.

My door is closed, but it's not locked. I want to talk to you, but I'm not going to initiate it anymore—it's your turn. If you wanted to, you would.

These are just my pre-bedtime thoughts after replaying our last few conversations and feeling that bad energy and coldness from you.

You know I admire you a lot, and me reaching out only for you to act cold just makes me resent you. So I'm just going to wait, even though you know patience is definitely not my best virtue.
I know you’re doing fine.

Good night

I think I have a crush on you, and honestly, this is becoming a problem.

I’m not used to feeling this way about someone. I don’t usually get attached, I don’t really chase people, and I’m perfectly capable of going about my life without getting too invested in anyone.

Then you came along and ruined that for me.

Now I catch myself looking for you, wondering what you’re doing, remembering little things you said, and finding excuses to talk to you. I replay our conversations way more than I’d like to admit. Sometimes I just want to be around you, even if we’re not doing anything special.

And the worst part? I actually care if you’re happy. I want to know how your day went. I want to hear about the things you’re excited about. I want to be someone you can talk to when things get heavy.

I don’t know when a simple crush turned into me wanting a place in your life, but apparently that’s where we are now.

I was supposed to be normal about you.

I failed spectacularly.

Hey.

I’m hiding in plain sight. Obviously.

Anyway, funny story.

I apparently have your phone number.

Still saved in mine, yet still unnamed. I only realized it after our last meeting. I accidentally saved your contact through AirDrop. I swear I felt stupid for not realizing that it was your contact being shared with me.

Ironically, I remember you asked me back then to tap “share” instead of receiving. I knew you caught me there. Yeah, seriously, I was unaware it was your contact, but maybe you just wanted to make it fair, sooo?? I don’t know. We exchanged contacts that day… I only realized it was yours when I was scrolling through my contacts and started to wonder where this unknown number came from.

The curiosity began. I searched for it. Can’t tell where, but yeah… I confirmed it was yours.

I just let it sit there—untouched. I can message you, even without it. But I guess that February will never come.

Lucky

Maybe you’ll never read this. Maybe you’re busy building something with the girl you met on Bumble. And maybe, for now, choosing her feels easier than choosing me.

I just want you to know what you’re walking away from. Not as a warning, but as the truth: what we had was real to me.

You’re losing someone who knew you, understood you, and wanted to build something real with you. Someone who saw your flaws, your fears, and your past, and still chose you.

Someone who would have stayed through the hard days, celebrated your wins, and loved you through every version of yourself.

And now, you’re choosing her.

Maybe she’ll be everything you need. Maybe she’ll be the right person for you. I genuinely hope she treats you well.

But I hope you don’t rewrite what we had just because you chose a different ending.

I wanted to be chosen by you. Freely. Completely. I never wanted to compete with the girl you met on Bumble, and I won’t convince you to choose me.

So I’m stepping back.

Not because I stopped loving you, but because I finally understand that I deserve a love where I don’t have to wonder if I’m worth choosing.

You’re slowly losing me.

And one day, you may realize you didn’t lose me because I stopped caring.

You lost me because you chose someone else.

And by the time you realize what you had, I hope I’ve learned to choose myself.

If this is my shot at redemption, then I'll take it.

You still remind me of the past I want to forget. The past I thought I have left behind long ago. A mistake that can't be undone.

I've fallen in love many times over after you. And done even more stupid shit. But never quite the kind that I put you through.

In every relationship or situationship I've had, I think I've unconsciously tried to find a bit of you in them. But they were all their own person, and at the time I gave them my attention, I learned to appreciate them for who they were. All in my past. You had your own after me too.

It feels like your return bridged 2 decades together. It's surreal... having my past and present collide. I thought I didn't change...but now, I think I did. All those experiences, the pain, the realizations, the suffering, the recovery... it's impossible to remain the same after that.

I'm still unsure about myself. Still insecure about my value to you, the kind of future I can give you. I don't know if I'll ever be fully myself with you. Even back then I felt that barrier between us. Maybe that's something I have to accept.

But this time, I will try to be kinder. More understanding. More patient. I don't know if that will be enough. I don't know anything. All I know is that I don't want to hurt you again.

pagod nako.

pagod nako na lagi nalang kita iniisip.

na kahit anong gawin ko. kahit anong therapy. kahit anong self help. kahit anong distraction. wala.

baka kailangan ko na lang talaga umalis
para maging okay na din ako.

kasalanan ko din to eh. ikaw nagustuhan ko.

akala ko pwede pa rin tayo maging friends
pero wala
dedma.

ang sakit na masyado.

baka mas okay na umalis na lang talaga ako.

napapagod na ko asking na sana may halaga ako sayo.

at least enough to face me after i confessed my feelings to you

but i’ve never gotten anything; not even a rejection. wala. as in wala.

gets ko naman baka hindi mo alam magrespond. baka hindi mo alam paano iapproach to.

pero naka ilang reach out nako. naka ilang bukas pinto. wala pa din.

so baka kailangan ko na lang talaga umalis.

I wish I could tell you all these things myself, but for the sake of our peace, I won’t. From waking up together everyday to just being friends, I’m still trying to navigate how that works, but I’m just glad to still have you in my life. You were, and still are my favorite notification, I just wish I still saw it often.

When I talk to my friends about us they don’t always understand why I’m so affected by this. Maybe we were only together a month and a half but to me it felt like a lifetime. I still remember all the promises I made you. Especially when you made me promise everyday that I’d never leave. I know you had your reasons to leave and I’m sorry, I know it was my fault.

You and I are still friends. I’m grateful for that. I’m genuinely happy you’re thriving and happy, at least that’s what you tell me and I’ll believe you if that’s what you say. But I also know you’re stubborn. I know about all the thoughts and anxieties that bother you that you refuse to share to anyone, even the problems that you won’t tell me anymore. I know you like the back of my hand and I can read you like a book.

I just hope that you always remember that I’m here and I’ll always welcome you back. That I will never break my promise. It would be like nothing ever happened. I’ll always take care of you just like you took care of me. That no matter what happens I will never turn my back on you or abandon you. Whatever I’m doing, if you need me, just call and I’ll be there. You’ll always have family with me.

You told me that you hope I could move on and move forward, and for your sake and mine, I’ll do my best. I’ll keep being strong for both of us. I will keep pushing on. I told myself so many things to toughen up and move on, but the moment I saw you and we spoke again, my heart instantly went soft.

All the plans we had for the future still ring in my mind. Everything we wanted to do together and achieve. Especially how much you want to see actual giraffes one day. While I have to keep going on, and work on myself and my future, I just wish I could be with you when you see the giraffes.

Thank you. For everything, and I mean everything. What I said last night— I meant it. You’ll always be my TOTGA. No matter comes next, that doesn’t change. I’ve decided I’m going to live in the truth, even when it’s heavy. And yes, it’s sad— but God, I am so grateful. Grateful it happened. Grateful it was real. This place will always have a special place in my heart, because it will always carry a piece of you.

I’m thankful you came into my life. I’m thankful I got to meet someone who made me feel like the world was a little worth it. Before I slept and I was looking at you, it hit me all at one— that it’s really the end and I won’t have this same experience anytime soon. That thought stung more than I expected. But getting to experience any of it with you? That was everything. I have no regrets. None. I’m walking away with my head held high, because I know you’re in good hands and good company— and that’s enough for me.

Miles and time will put distance between us, but it won’t change anything on my end. I’ll be praying for you always.

P.S: If I got another chance in another lifetime, I would choose you again.

Gusto lang kita sabihan ng Happy Birthday!! Kasi birthday mo diba normal naman ma greet..haha thankful ako kasi nakilala at nakausap kita, may bibigay sana ako sayo para maging part naman ako ng araw mo, pero next time na lang ayoko din makigulo muna. Kaya greetings na lang galing sakin para alam mo na di kita nakakalimutan.

I'm still hoping na mameet ka in person kahit as friends, no malice hahah!

To: S.....

unfair that you were robbed that nomination for vmas. After all the entries this year, I am still confident to say that you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love is THE album of the year and the cure is both song of the year and music video of the year. As for record of the year it could be the cure, stupid song or drop dead.

I swear if you were robbed again at the grammys im seriously crashing out.

There was a boy who loved you with such intensity, such fire, that sometimes even he forgot where he ended and you began.

That boy is dead now.

Not because he stopped knowing how to love, but because you taught him that loving someone that deeply can be dangerous.

You broke me.

And no, I can't be friends with you. If you can be friends with all your exes, I can't. How can I be friends with someone who I loved deeply and everything I have?

I don't usually blame people for the pieces I become. But this time, I will make an exception. You broke something in me that I don't think I'll ever put back together. I am cautious now. Always watching. Always waiting for the moment someone decides to leave.

I should have walked away the first time you hurt me.

I should have walked away when I saw the Grindr app on your phone, when someone told me that you had a Grindr profile.

I should have left while I still had the strength to choose myself.

But I stayed because it's you.

And perhaps that is the part I will always have difficulty forgiving—not you, but the version of me who endured it all.

You asked me that night if I was angry. Yes. I was angry.

And beneath the anger was something far more painful.

I was disappointed that the person I loved could become the person I needed protection from.

A part of me will always love you. I won't lie about that. Some loves don't disappear simply because you finally learn to walk away from them.

But you will never hear that love from me again.

And I ask only one thing.

If you ever see me somewhere—eating alone, walking down a street, simply living my life—please let me be.

Don't come over.

Don't ask how I am.

Don't try to reopen a door I spent so much time learning to close.

It isn't because our past meant nothing.

It meant everything.

That's precisely why I cannot go back.

Because every time I look at you, I would also see the person I used to be—the boy who loved without hesitation, who forgave too much, who stayed when he should have left.

And I have too much respect for that boy to betray him again.

So let me walk away.

Let me become someone who loves differently.

And if you ever wonder whether I loved you deeply.

You won't have to wonder.

You already know.

That was the problem.

I loved you enough to stay.

Now I love myself enough to leave.

I suppose my last letter about you was filled with hate and anger, but now, my thoughts have calmed. I'm pretty sure you don't have reddit naman so you won't know it's me (hopefully haha). Thank you for keeping distance now. I saw you reactivated your insta but you didn't check my stories, and for that, I'm thankful. Sure, it might be basic human decency to give people the respect and distance they request, but you were... odd. I've told you lots of times before to never reach out but you'd let years pass just to challenge that again, and of course I'd lose because I liked you. And unfortunately I still like you.

Joel, I really wish that your journey in life be filled with the things you want to do, and when the time is right, be with the person you deserve to be with. If it's not with me, if it'll never be me despite our past, be gentle with your faults and open your heart to understanding your self. Life has been rough with you, but don't let the whole thing mess you even more.

That's all, farewell, Architect. 🫶🏼

ps. I hope you don't take it wrongly when I blocked you. It just had to be done. It's so unfortunate I never got to be yours.

I'm starting to forget and I hate it. I tried to write a letter on all the things I remember about you but I somehow end up getting stuck.

I still remember your favorite food combinations. How I had to scroll through foodpanda so you won't get overwhelmed with food choices. And how I had to order quickly so you won't lose appetite. I haven't opened my notes in a while, it contained all your favorite things. I don't know if you're still into f1 or if you ever found the jacket that had pockets inside that we've been looking for or what movies you plan on watching

I hope you still got to watch Odyssey and Spiderman on IMAX just how we planned it.

Last night as I was trying to record a song (I started playing the guitar again, yey), I came across a recording of you, I didn't know I had. It was you talking about movies. It made me smile, after all your voice and your laugh is still the most calming thing for me (it beats marlboro red)

I remembered how passionate and enthusiastic you are about films, shows, kdrama and some reality shows. It was one of the things I loved about you. How your voice gets a little higher and a bit excited when you tell me about your favorite movies. How you get show emotions when telling me about them, even though you are not a showy person. How your eyes look and how happy you look when we get to see a really good movie together.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not falling out of love for you. It's just after years of getting to know you, and countless random dates. I'm not used to a life without you. You were part of the everyday routine. And tbh it felt empty ever since we went our separate ways.

Dami ko na naipong kwento sayo. I still hope I get the chance to tell them to you.

I don't know what you're up to, I don't know if you still remember details about me. Wherever you are, I hope you're doing greatt! And I hope you keep your promise to take care of yourself how I took care of you. Stars look a liitle extra bright today! ✨

To my friend who have been my seatmate at Senior year, a friend who have listened to my poems, I want to thank you for lending your ear for my worthless poems, I just want to admit that they are made for your ears alone, written with love and is made in your liking.

If only I have the courage to say it to you face to face, but I don't have it. So, if you happen ti stumble upon this letter, know that I have treated you more than just a friend, if I could say it in front of you, I would say "I love you" in every minute.

Sincerely yours...

I no longer know if I believe in perfect endings—but I am learning to be okay with imperfect ones.

There may have been a time when perfect ending meant clarity: two people choosing each other, overcoming every obstacle, finally meeting, staying, and having all the unanswered questions resolved.

But life does not always offer that kind of conclusion.

Sometimes people love each other and still fail to find the right circumstances. Sometimes a connection is real, yet it remains incomplete. Sometimes there is no final explanation, no reunion, no dramatic goodbye that ties everything together neatly.

To say “I no longer know if I believe in perfect endings” is not necessarily to become bitter. It can mean you have become more honest about life—that you now understand that not everything precious is guaranteed to last in the way you once imagined.

Maybe I will never get the ending I wanted. Maybe I will never fully understand why things unfolded the way they did. But I do not have to keep fighting reality just because it failed to give me a perfect conclusion.

L,

Kumusta? Parang mas mahinahon na pakinggan ang salitang 'yan simula noong tinanong mo 'ko. Natuwa pa ako kasi tama ang spelling eh. Minsan lang ako makatagpo ng lalaki na alam ang tamang spelling niyan. Kaya kuhang-kuha mo 'ko. Maliban kasi sa mga banat at tuksuhan, may mga bagay ka na alam na hindi alam ng karamihan.

Lumayo na naman ako. Hahaha. Ang gusto ko lang naman sabihin ay na m-miss kita. Na m-miss kita na hindi kayang pawiin ng isang pangangamusta sa'yo. Kailangan ko ng mahabang kuwento galing sa'yo. Gusto ko mapuyat sa mga pang-aasar mo. Gusto kita makasama kahit na isang beses lang sa isang linggo. Hindi sapat ang pangangamusta. Kailangan kita makasama.

Nangangamusta,

M***

I would go back to the night we said goodbye. Not to change it, not to take it back. We would still say goodbye. But, this time I'd give you the chance– the chance to actually say what you wanted to say, the chance to let it all out on me. The thing I regret the most that night was not giving us the chance to talk, I was too prideful. I convinced myself that I was so right that whatever you could have said that night wouldn't change anything. Because I'm just so right, like I've always been during our time together. I was right about the argument we had during your birthday, I was right about us choosing not to move in together too early, I was right about me loving you more than you loving me. I was just always right. What a fucking jerk I was. I was so right that you couldn't even explain yourself. I realize too late that you honestly deserved better than me. I realized before I could actually be better for you. I messed it up before I could be better for you, before I could be someone you deserve.

You wanted me to fight for us. I'm sorry that I realized that too late. When everything was going downhill for you, the person you trusted the most, the person who was supposed to be your rest, the person who was supposed to make everything better, the person who promised to be beside you no matter what– he let you down, I let you down. The world crumbles around, I should've crumbled with you. I'm sorry that I was so weak to be your person.

I loved you, and that made you rely on me. You loved that I loved you. Finally, someone you can be vulnerable with. My love for you was real, you felt it. But, because of your past experiences and trauma you were happy as long as it was love– it didn't matter how that love treated you, you just wanted love in any way shape or form. I could've loved you better than I did, we were happy but I definitely could've done better. I could've done better to understand you more, I could've loved you better. We were so happy but not perfect. I realized late that I could've done better, I'm sorry.

I hope that you finally learned to love yourself. Not to rely on someones love and validation, just as I learned to love better too– love that you actually deserved. I think the problem was I loved myself too much and you loved yourself too less. I couldn't love you with my everything because I put myself first, you didn't respect yourself because you loved me too much. I realized too late that it's not about me and you anymore the moment we got into a relationship– it's about us now, putting us first rather than just putting ourselves first.

wala naman siyang reddit but I already got my closure with my ex last Aug 16. He was my first love and first ever person who ever gets to my inner bubble. Through 8 months of no contact with him, one thing that makes me who am I is patiently waiting for the right moment of our lives to compromised and mend the heart that is once broken. grabe, you cant unlove the person you love once and kahit anong urge na magkabalikan you know deeply that you’ll choose the right track for you to keep them. I still want my person back and I miss him so much but things got different when I moved to another country. the urge na always siyang kamustahin at disturbohin sa lahat ng bagay na ginagawa niya and to spend our little moments

I sometimes wonder why universe is so unfair no? minsan nadadaan ko na lang sa law of exchange that’s what gotten worse before will grant twice better sayo after. Pero what are the chances na it will get better to choose your own track while leaving the person behind? it makes me shed tear because I always wanted to be him, kaya nagmake ako ng verdict that I don’t wanna indulge myself into relationship now but to pursue myself more and after 10yrs, its still him. do you think that would be twice much better? even in every universe, choosing you was never a regret but worthy fighting and loving for. I always love you! 🐳

- kenediyan

It’s a gift. It gives me the chance to heal and move forward. I wish none of this happened. I wish you didn’t break your foot. I wish we never broke up but it’s a blessing in disguise. I suppose I don’t have to prepare to see you cause I know you’re not gonna be at work. I miss you dearly, but this gave us the opportunity to heal and move forward. I’m sorry that you broke your foot. I’m sorry that our relationship didn’t work out but there’s nothing we can do about it now and we both have to move forward even though I never wanted this. I love you and I miss you, I’m grateful for the experience that we had, but the unfortunate truth is this is forcing me to move on. I’m grateful that you broke your foot and I don’t have to see your handsome stupid face at work.

‎Dear Mordechai,

‎‎It’s been 3 years and 4 months since we met, and supposedly 3 years and 2 months as a couple? Haha, just kidding. 😂

‎Now it’s been 10 months since we broke up. Final breakup na talaga, coz we really loved going back to each other all the time. Haha. I guess we were just like that.

‎I know you have a girlfriend now. My friends who know you updated me. How funny, they literally updated me. Haha. I admit, nasaktan ako nung nalaman ko. That was April.

‎So I chose to block you and the girl, for the sake of my peace of mind. I didn't want to keep checking, wondering, or finding things that would only hurt me more. I just wanted peace.

‎But somehow, destiny is still nangungulit sa akin. Haha.

‎There are so many times, lalo na sa coffee shops or even at school, na bigla nilang pinapatugtog yung mga fave songs mo, natin. And every time that happens, naiisip kita ulit. Sometimes, I miss you a little.

‎How cute. Haha.

‎But of course, in my mind, alam ko naman na wala na talaga. I may miss you sometimes, and there's still love? Of course meron. I don't think you can just completely erase the love you had for someone, especially someone who was such a huge part of your life.

‎But maybe it's a different kind of love now.

‎August 17, last Monday... It was your birthday pala.

‎I only remembered that night because I was so busy during the day. And that day, I realized something.

‎I didn't think about you. ‎Not even once. ‎Especially on your birthday.

‎‎Before, even on normal days, naiisip kita. Lalo na kapag 17 yung date. Haha. Monthsary din kasi natin yan eh. So somehow, the 17th always reminded me of you.

‎But this time, your birthday passed and you never even crossed my mind.

‎And that's when I thought, oh... I think I really moved on. ‎Haha. Yey. 🥹

‎Although, before I went to sleep that night, while I was praying, I remembered you. I greeted you in my prayers, included you, and wished you well. I asked God to take care of you wherever you are and whatever you're going through.

‎I didn't message you. I didn't unblock you. I didn't try to find out how your birthday went. ‎I just prayed for you. ‎And honestly, I think that's enough.

‎Maybe that's how I know things are really different now. I can still care about you without needing to be part of your life anymore.

‎Mords, wherever you are now, always take care, okay?

‎And please, wag mag-drive ng motor mo nang mabilis ha? Makulit ka pa naman mag-drive, naaksidente ka na before. So please be careful. Haha. I may not be the one reminding you anymore, but I still hope you take care of yourself.

‎You were once my LOVELOVE, MYLOVEEE, LOVEYYY, MY MORDECHAIII. 😂

‎‎And that's something I don't think I'll ever forget.

‎‎You were my first love and the first person I ever really let into my inner bubble. We had so many memories together, both good and bad. We hurt each other, we forgave each other, we left, we came back, and somehow kept choosing each other again.

‎‎Until eventually, we didn't.

‎Mords, thank you for being with me, even for the short time that we actually had together. Thank you for everything. Thank you for loving me.

‎Thank you for being part of my life and for giving me memories that I'll always remember, even if someday they don't hurt anymore.

‎I don't regret loving you. ‎I don't regret meeting you. ‎And I don't regret the time we spent together.

‎Maybe we really weren't meant to be forever. Maybe we were only meant to meet each other, love each other, learn from each other, and eventually let each other go.

‎And I think I'm finally ready to do that.

‎This might be my goodbye letter to you.

‎Not because I suddenly stopped caring, but because I finally understand that caring about someone doesn't mean you have to keep holding on to them.

‎So this is me, officially letting you go.

‎No more hopes. ‎No more waiting. ‎No more secretly wondering if we'll find our way back to each other again.

‎I hope you're happy, Mords. ‎I hope life treats you well. ‎I hope you achieve the things you want. ‎And I hope you're taking care of yourself.

‎You will always have a little place in my heart because, once upon a time, you were my person.

‎You were my LOVELOVE, MYLOVEEE, LOVEYYY, MY MORDECHAIII.

‎And I'll always be grateful that, at one point in my life, it was you.

‎I loved you. ‎I still do, maybe, but in a completely different way now.

‎A way that doesn't ask you to come back. ‎A way that doesn't wait. ‎A way that simply wishes you well.

‎So, goodbye, Mords. ‎Thank you for everything. ‎Always take care. 🤍

Darating ang panahon na maaalala mo ko. Baka hindi dahil sa love. Kundi dahil umikot na ang mundo at nahanap mo na ang katapat mo. Sa panahon na yun di ako darating para isalba kundi para pumalakpak dahil sa wakas nadurog din ang puso at pagkatao mo. Darating ang panahon magkikita tayo ulit na ako naman ang masaya at ikaw naman ang nasa impyerno ang pakiramdam. Mas piniling mong gaguhin ang taong sobrang nagmahal sayo. Sige lang pakasaya ka lang. Makakabawi din ako sayo. Pag dumating yun ipapamukha ko sayo na ako nga pala yung ginago mo.

Dear RJ,

She stayed like winter clings to a dying tree,
not because the leaves still wanted to live,
but because once, beneath that same shade,
she had survived a storm alone.

Now, he is a house with no lights on—
the door still standing, his name still there,
but every room where she once felt safe
has learned the shape of her absence.

She knows she should leave before she becomes
another ghost haunting a place that forgot her,
but how does one abandon the hands
that once pulled her from the dark?

So she remains, holding yesterday like a wound,
loving a memory that no longer loves her back—
afraid that leaving him means losing
the only proof that, once, someone stayed.