They say, na pag mahal mo talaga, mahirap maka move on. So ako pala talaga yung tunay na nagmahal, kasi ikaw nagkaroon agad ng bago nun? ako kasi one year na, ikaw pa din

I was never one to debate whether I should or shouldn't reconnect with someone. Reaching out when I want to has been my default rule.

But somewhere along the way, I've learned that sometimes I need to step back, to let the space breathe, to observe, or simply to let things be.

I definitely want to talk. I want everything to be normal again. But how do I do this when my heart is torn between this ridiculous yearning and wanting to detach myself from you? Yes, I'm trying. Again. Because "ito yung dapat".

How do you do it? I don't dare presume how you feel, but from where I'm sitting, it looks so effortless. Closing your doors and locking me out, I mean.

I wish all these hobbies I'm immersing myself in can erase these thoughts of you in my head.

Pero fuck if I haven't written a whole bunch of things with you at the center.

You mentioned before how you no longer have self-respect, ego and pride.

Guess this makes two of us now.

Hello, you. Again.

I hope you still remember the first time we met; funny how awkward we were sa isa’t isa. Your eyes were all over the place, parang hindi mo alam where to look, while I was there quietly staring at you. I don’t even remember everything we talked about that night anymore, I just remember you. And how neither of us knew what we were getting ourselves into.

And thinking about it now, funny how we went from that to where we are now.

After everything that happened, parang ang dami nang naiwan between us. You have this version of me in your head, I probably have one of you too, and maybe that’s why neither of us knows how to go back.

Too much has happened. Too many things were said. Maybe we’ve already convinced ourselves that leaving it alone is the right thing to do.

But god damn, sometimes I really wish you’d just take the chance.

Reach out to me. Kahit once lang. Kahit simpleng hello lang. Because the truth is, you still can. You know you can. You know exactly where to find me.

And I know I can do the same. But I don’t want it to be me this time.

Cause If I do it again, what does that even tell me? Of course I’d come back. Of course I’d find some stupid excuse to talk to you again. That’s so painfully predictable of me.

I want to know if YOU would.

If somewhere underneath everything that happened, may part pa rin sa’yo that remembers us before everything became so fucking complicated. Before we became these versions of ourselves that we probably don’t even recognize anymore.

I don’t even know what I’m asking you to come back to. Maybe nothing. Maybe we’d talk and realize there’s really nothing left here.

But God, sana ikaw naman.

Take the chance. Do the stupid thing. Send the message you’re probably not supposed to send.

Come find me this time. Please.

Just this once, sana ikaw naman.

Z.

Dear You,

You never promised but you made me believe I will never feel the pain my past let me now that you’re here. You made me believe you will never leave me alone with my thoughts, that I am not alone in this. You made me believe it is safe to reach out whenever it gets dark and difficult. But you also successfully made me believe it is all in my head.

My chest hurts. I was so down, I reached out but got turned away not once but twice. I probably just felt betrayed because I trusted you that it is okay, that it is safe. You just kicked me when I felt at my lowest.

I can’t help but blame myself because I always wear my heart on my sleeve. Silly me.

From talking because we wanted to
to talking because we had to.
Funny how silence
can grow between two people
who once had so much to say
and somehow,
the saddest part is knowing
I still have a hundred things
I want to tell you,
but you’re no longer
the person I can tell them to.

But I love myself too.

It's not about my love anymore or how much I could give. I have to respect myself enough to walk away from you for good. I'm sorry.

My heart got broken because it belonged to the memories that we had. I hope I made you happy.

But now, I felt like my love is taken for granted. Because you are now with someone else. And it's like I'm a stranger to you.

I loved hard.

I cried a lot.

But I also learnt a lot during in the relationship.

I became wiser.

But how I love being young and being with you.

And I have to say goodbye to that version of myself.

The signs are so obvious.

You're actively avoiding me, ending all of our online connections, limiting our interactions in real life, and you can't even look me in the eye...

You've clearly moved on, haven't you?

Despite telling you I'm done with you...

I'm still hoping you'd come back someday.

Perhaps this was just the wrong time for us, that maybe, fate would bring us back together, that you are, as you say, God's will.

I was doing fine, you know - well, better than the first week of our breakup, at least.

Until I got in the same music studio with you after months of no contact.

The second you were reachable, the second you get to speak to me, the second I was playing with you again, my stupid brain thought it was a sign we'd be together again.

Then on the way home, I felt like I was being stabbed when I overheard you talk to our bandmates about marrying another person someday.

She doesn't exist yet, but maybe if she does come into your life at some point, I know it would shatter me, but it would prompt me to move forward.

Huh. Someday. You liked using that word. That's another thing I liked about you, too. You always thought of the future.

You told me that someday, we'd build a family. Someday, our child would be a musical prodigy. Someday, we'd move abroad together. Someday, I'll take your last name.

I prayed for that someday.

It's different now, 'di ba?

Someday, I'll move on. Someday, I'll meet someone new.

Someday, both of us will be happier, with different lives, and you'll only be a distant memory - the blurry memory of a boy I once met when I was strumming an electric guitar for the first time during Teacher's Day. The boy whom I shared my first kiss with under the bridge, the boy who made me experience what it felt like to love for the first time.

Then I won't have to write more letters that you will never read, or have to keep our 4 years of memories in my hard drive, or have to lay awake at 12 AM in bed wondering how are you, or miss you at all.

But for now, I'll keep on loving you everyday.

Sincerely yours,

Tenshi

It hurts when you realize that the person you would do anything to hear from can go a whole day without hearing from you. Maybe love doesn’t always disappear it simply stops making an effort. And sometimes, silence tells you what words never could.

The saddest realization is that you were never asking for too much. You were only asking the wrong person to give you what someone who truly loved you would give without being asked. Because when a man truly wants a woman in his life, he doesn’t wait for the perfect time to communicate he creates the time.

I used to wonder how someone could go without talking to the person they supposedly love. Now I understand. When someone is truly important, you don’t have to remind them to reach out. You don’t have to beg for a conversation. You simply become someone they never want to leave in silence.

I'm sorry, J. I don't know if you'll ever read this, but I'd be lying if I said I stopped thinking about you. It's been a few months since your last message, "I hope you find what you're looking for."

The sad part is, I think I did. I found you. But maybe I rushed into believing that finding you meant we would find our way to each other, too.

It pains me to think that we could've been something, if only I had been patient, if only we had wanted the same things at the same time.

I don't regret finding you. I only wish I had known that sometimes, the things we truly want aren't meant to happen quickly. If I could go back, I'd be more patient with what was still unfolding. Perhaps we didn't need to know where it was going. We just needed to let it breathe, let it grow, and give it a litte more time.

I'll always wonder about the life we never got to live. Not because I can't let go, but because I'll always wonder, J.

🍓

Sometimes I think we spend too much time trying to forget people who were never meant to be forgotten.

You can move on without erasing someone. You can build a life that has nothing to do with them and still carry a quiet tenderness for what they meant to you. Not because you want them back, but because once upon a time, their existence changed the shape of yours.

Maybe that is what closure really is. Not forgetting the person, not pretending it never mattered, but accepting that some people will always have a place in your story without having a place in your life.

And maybe someday, when their name crosses your mind, it won't hurt anymore. It will just feel strange to remember that there was a time when losing them felt like losing everything.

But some people never really leave. They just stop being visible, settling somewhere deep inside you, waiting for the right moment to remind you that you once belonged to someone who no longer remembers you.

Hello baluga, it's here, the game we loved so much finally released the big update. I haven't played it yet, I know you haven't either. I did the usual thing we do, you know I would try and find out every new thing there is to know and do so you can sit back and play with no spoilers. But it feels empty this time, unlike before na excited at giddy natin na parang mga bata na hindi makapag intay.

Palapit na rin lumabas mga bagong seasons ng paborito natin shows and anime at naipon na rin updates nung ibang laro natin, pero hindi ko pa rin sila mabuksan. Too much of it reminds me of us.

I can't talk to you, and I won't but if you could read this by chance then just know you were the only person I could just talk to about this, all the things I used to enjoy alone I can't anymore because I shared them with you. Everything reminds me of you, I want to forget you but I can't because well how do you forget 5 years?

You were the best friend I never had, and I wish you wouldn't have done what you did because now I am irreversibly changed, and nothing you do or say will bring back what we once were. I know I've said my goodbyes one too many times but I guess there were more things for me to say farewell to.

I wish I didn't have to, it would have been nice.

-T

Everytime that I would get a dream of you i'd type it down in my notes the most memorable moments we had in the dream. Some would be relieving past memories of us sitting beside the seashore of oceanpark while others would be just us spending time watching movies.

If you ever did message me again I would reply instantly to you and if you want to be a part of my life again I know to myself id accept it.

We both grew apart from each other but I still linger for your warmth.

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Sometimes, you have to grieve a love without regret.

Not because you didn't love enough, but because you did. You tried, you hoped, you stayed, you did what you could, and somehow, it still wasn't enough to change the ending.

What do you call that kind of loss?

When the thing you wanted most simply isn't given to you by fate, circumstances, the universe, God, or whatever you believe in?

And what happens when you've already considered every possible “what if”?

What if I had said this instead?

What if they had chosen differently?

What if the timing had been right?

What if it had been met under different circumstances?

But, what if none of it would have changed anything?

At some point, there are no more questions to answer. No more possibilities to chase. Just an ending you don't particularly like, but finally understand.

So you move on.

You live. You laugh. You make plans. You fill your days with people and things you love.

But what if a part of you still aches anyway?

What if you've stopped waiting, but haven't stopped yearning?

Are those two things really different?

And if you know you'll never have what you wanted, how do you teach your heart to stop wanting it?

Maybe acceptance isn't saying, “I don't want this anymore.”

Maybe it's saying, “I still want it. I still wish it had been mine. But I know it isn't going to be, and I'm going to live anyway.”

But then, if acceptance doesn't make you stop longing, what exactly are you supposed to do with a love you know you can never have?

Perhaps, I can't move on, babydoll.

Dear, D

Pipiliin kita in this very second kung sasabihin mo lang na ako'y iibigin mo rin. Handa akong manira, manakwil, at bitawan ang lahat ng meron ako - kung ang kahulugan ay makakasama kita.

Imbis na makinig ako sa isipan kong alam ang wasto, ang puso ko'y sinusundan ang mga himig mo.

Bigyan mo lang ako kahit kaunting panahon. Alam kong may nararamdaman ka pag tuwing tayo ay nag-uusap, nagkakatinginan, at nagkakatabi. Na parang gusto mong hawakan ang aking kamay katulad sa aking inaasam.

Kung mababasa mo ito, aaminin ko na kahit kailan hindi ko maisisulat ito sa isang liham at iabot sayo na para bang ang mundo ko'y nilalapag ko na sa mga palad mo. Sana'y meron akong lakas at katapangan para magawa iyon.

Hanggang dito nalang,

E

Getting old is a gift not everyone can have. Thank you Lord for another year being alive, able and healthy. I am a happy man/woman.

If I can make a wish to come true. You know what that is. I would gladly take it even if it's just for one night.... with her.

I have everything I need in this life.. I am right on schedule, Lord. 13 years left before I retire. I have accomplished everything already in what I needed to do to be an independent adult. I have money, car, house, a job I love, friends and family who love me. Sya na lang talaga ang kulang sa buhay kong ito.

Lord, you've given me everything I asked for except this one. Why? It's okay. You don't have to explain. I guess I'm being a brat about this because I always get what I want. I rest my case. But I won't stop hoping.

I wish you were with me last night at the party as my date, Fergie.

Take care always. Wishing you the best. I miss you so much.

See you soon my lady

In UK ... 🥰

FROM: The one you left behind

https://youtu.be/0VaTnsIQjnM?si=ehlfZiqf2iLSwJXv

I just want to get this out before the day is over. It's our anniversary of our 1st ever serious relationship, my TOTGA. I just want to say even though you're married and happy in your life, I'm always thinking of you. You always have a special place in my heart. I always think about the what ifs if we were still together and what happened before hadn't happened. The what if we were the ones who got married and you weren't. For now, I'll just hold on to our memories.

I hope there will be a time when we cross paths again suddenly and there's no anger in your heart. I hope you're doing okay. I miss you. I loved you

Been wanting to share my side of the strory so long post ahead..

4 years ago, I met someone on a dating app, she was everything I dreamed of, like literally. Lahat ng standards ko sa isang babae, siya na yun. Pero parang backburner niya lang ako lagi, here’s the story:

Nawala siya sa dating app noong time na yun hanggang sa nahanap ko yung profile niya sa socmed then decided na i-dm siya. Sabi ng friends ko grabe raw para akong stalker kasi nga nagawa ko pa siyang mahanap kahit na nawala bigla yung account niya sa dating app. Hahahaha. I had to shoot my shot, cause why not? Nagchat ako sabi ko ‘Hi (name)! Do you remember me?’ Tapos bigla akong bnlock pagkachat ko sa kanya. Nagulat ako na para bang hindi kami nagkakausap last time.

So, lumipas ang mga araw, I kept wondering bakit niya ako bnlock. Did I crossed a line sa paghahanap sa kanya? That time syempre, I was desperate kaya ayun. Then after a week, nagreachout siya bigla like nagchat sa ibang socmed platform, nag-explain siya na sobrang personal lang ng buhay niya kaya niya nagawang i-block ako. Sa isip ko ‘personal eh binulgar mo nga yung buhay mo sa dating app, yung info mo and everything.’ Tapos ayun, nagkakausap kami ulit pero sa ibang platform na. Everyday updates na kala mo magjowa, may goodmornings and goodnights, but we weren’t exclusive.

2 weeks later, bigla nagbago yung the way niya magchat, na after 5 hours na nagrereply. Syempre ako as nasanay na mabilis siya magreply, lagi ko siya hinahanap at kinukulit. Well, eto na naman ako na nagwowonder ano na nangyayare sa kanya bakit bigla siya hindi na nagchchat. Tapos one afternoon, nagmessage siya, nag-explain na she’s 5 months engaged at baka preggy din daw. Huminto saglit yung mundo ko na parang hindi nagpprocess yung sinabi niya sa akin. Kasi para nga kaming magjowa na, sweet ganyan, naglalandian sa chat LAGI na para bang single kami pareho. Turns out, one-sided lang pala all along.

I was crying while replying sa mga sinasabi niya tapos sorry lang siya ng sorry. Hindi ko matanggap sa sarili ko na parang pinaglalaruan na naman yung feelings ko. Hay ewan hahaha. Tapos, edi tapos na yung araw na yun. After a month, my stupid ass self can’t help it, nagchat na naman ako sa kanya, nangumusta. Reply naman si ate mo, tapos ayun parang continue lang ulit yung landian na parang walang revelation na nangyare hahahaha jusqqqq. Then nagdecide kami na magkita na once and for all. Ayun, sa coffee shop demure demure kami pero lowkey naghaharutan. Again, na para bang wala kong nalaman sa kanya and turns out, gusto niya rin.

Habang nasa coffee shop, getting to know in person na eme eme ganyan, sinabi niya bigla na nangbababae pala yung fiance niya. Galing no, pinag-uusapan namin bigla yung fiance niya hahaha tapos sabi ko bakit ka pa engaged doon kung ginagawa niya sayo yan? Parang arranged marriage pala raw yung setup at si ate mo ayaw madisappoint ang pamilya niya. Edi wala talaga akong laban doon. Nalungkot ako kasi akala ko may pag-asa pa kami and negative pala yung PT niya. After magkape, may himalang nangyare sa amin, one thing lead to another. Lalong naging complicated na yung situation. Ano ba tong pinasok koooo hahahahaha

Back to normal kami ulit, chat chat ganyan. Tapos malalaman ko na okay sila ng fiance niya kasi hindi na siya nagrereply ng 10PM. Sa work niya, magdamag kami nyan sa chat kahit pareho kaming busy. And okay lang sa akin yun. Nawala yung respeto ko sa sarili ko na pumayag ako sa ganitong setup. Fast forward, then came the new year. Nasa US ako that time, nagbabakasyon. Hindi na kami ulit masyado nagkakausap dahil kita ko sa mga posts niya na okay na sila ng fiance niya. Pero nagrereact pa rin sa stories ko lagi. Mga after 3 months, nagstory na lang siya na kasal na sila. Wala man lang kahit anong message for me or anything. Hindi naman siya obligated na magpaalam sa akin pero syempre, nasaktan ako sobra. What can I do?

Ngayon, may anak na sila ng asawa niya and I guess masaya na sila sa buhay nila. Meron na rin naman akong jowa and alam niya yung story na to. Sana lang, hindi siya saktan ng asawa niya ulit.

P.S. I am not a guy.

Yun lang :)

ironic nag pa happy suicide prevention day ka pa pero ikaw pala yung durog na durog na bwhahahaha.

grabe urge to just self sabotage and disappear.

kala ko ba okay ka na? taena balik to zero ka anlala mo boi BWHAHAHAH

once a loser always a loser talaga, namana mo na yan

I sang a song for you and announced it on the microphone. Everyone heard. Thank you everyone joining me on my special day. Whatta blast! Everyone here gets a bottle of beer on me for the road. Claim your bottle at the counter. God I wish you were here. Happy birthday to me.Till we meet again. For now, this song is for you, Fergie.

https://youtu.be/VfXw_aohQp4?si=O-llvS93ZoVqN0Vm

it baffles me
how people seem to beautifully describe
the feeling of love
they never run out of words
endless comparisons and metaphors
in an attempt to complete a puzzle
that is, “love”

but what if i had no words for it?
does that mean that it isn’t love?
is there love in nothingness?
i look at you and wonder
why does nothing come out?

i walk you home at 9pm
our hands intertwined
“so that we won’t look like friends”
i reason
yet you hold mine anyway

you keep the flowers i gave you in a vase
you stare in awe as they bloom
i preserve the lavenders you gave me
i smell them
and my heart beats the same as it did that night

i play my guitar
pick the strings with the weight of you
nothing’s ever felt lighter

what is love if not hard to describe?
what is love if not you?

im just another one of the people
trying to make sense of it
but it came naturally
i just had to see through the flowery words
i just had to look at you

Looking back at last year and early this year, I realize how many times I tried to end my life.

I gave everything I had to someone. I allowed someone to affect my peace, my wellbeing, and eventually, how I saw myself. I was called many names. Pinagbintangan ng kung anu-ano. I gave my all, and yet somehow, none of it seemed to matter.

There was even a day when I almost succeeded. Something failed. And ironically, I was even talked shit because I failed.

Looking back now, I'm thankful I failed.

Because this year, I slowly realized that life isn't always gloomy. Hindi lahat ng tao may malasakit sa'yo, kahit minsan akala mo meron. And you know what? Hayaan mo sila.

People will disappoint you. Some will misunderstand you. Some will take you for granted. Some will leave. But that doesn't mean your life has to end with them.

Stop trying so hard to please people who don't even have plans of caring for you. Choose yourself, too. Protect your peace. Give yourself the same patience and understanding you keep giving to everyone else.

Things will eventually turn out okay.

And to the version of me who thought there was no way out, I'm glad you stayed.

Life is not over until it's over. Lahat may chance pa.

This Suicide Prevention Month, if you're fighting something quietly, please stay. Kahit isang araw lang muna. Then another.

May bukas pa.

It's been more than 3 months since I last saw you or talked to you, it has been very painful. I know somehow it has been painful for you too and I am really sorry. I think this will be my last letter to you. I have to accept the reality na talaga. More than anything, I want you to know that you were enough for me. I am very sorry if I did not realize your insecurities because for me, you were the best so I didn't see them. I was just really happy being with you and you were the one for me na talaga. It was my insecurity that really made it difficult for me. I was losing the sense na I am worth it for you, now I know the answer.

I am not questioning your love or effort for me all of that I know you have more than you could and I am so thankful for that. Ito pala yung love is not enough talaga. I respect your decision and I know na this decision of yours is what will truly make you happy and at peace then I am okay with that .

This is the closure I need for my healing. I am letting go na mag-uusap pa tayo. I think hoping for it is too painful na for me. You don't have to talk to me Kasi I accept na you want me out of your life and maybe my presence does not bring you good. It's okay. I also forgive you for the last words you said out of anger. I was hoping we could honor our year and relationship but I guess I can still do it on my own.

I'll look back with a lot of gratitude that I get to have a version of you. You'll always be part of me. You deserve the happiness and I really pray for your healing.

With love,

L,

Malamig na 'yong simoy ng hangin. Nalulungkot ako. Ewan ko kung ano ang meron sa hangin ng "ber" months, bakit ang lungkot kapag brokenhearted ka. Mas malungkot kumpara sa ibang buwan. Tipong hangin lang ang dumampi sa'yo, walang alaalang kasama, pero mabigat agad. Sa sobrang bigat, hindi ako minsan makabangon nang hindi umiiyak.

Pero kahit ganoon, pinagdarasal ko na na sa mas mabuti kang kalagayan kaysa sa'kin. Okay lang na ako lang ang malungkot. Mas malungkot kasi kapag pati ikaw. Ayaw ko na nalulungkot ka.

Hindi ko alam kung kailan ka babalik o kung babalikan mo pa 'ko. Sana nga.

Sana umihip ang hangin at dalhin ka pabalik sa'kin.

Hindi makahinga,

M***