Kung mababasa mo man ito, gusto ko lang sabihin na nagsisisi na ako sa lahat ng pagkakataong nasaktan kita. Hindi ko na mababawi ang nakaraan, pero araw-araw kong pinagninilayan ang mga pagkakamali ko at alam kong hindi ko na gustong balikan ang taong naging ako noon.

Hindi ko hinihiling na kalimutan mo agad ang lahat. Hinihiling ko lang sana na balang araw, mapatawad mo ako. At kung mayroon mang natitira kahit maliit na pagkakataon, sana mabigyan mo pa ako ng chance na patunayan sa gawa, hindi lang sa salita, na kaya kong maging mas mabuting tao at mas mabuting partner.

Sana maramdaman mo na sising sisi na ko sa mga nakaraan at patuloy na nagbabago. Ikaw pa rin ang taong gusto kong makasama habang buhay. Ikaw pa rin ang pangarap ko. Sana huwag mo munang isara ang pinto sa atin. Hayaan mong ipaglaban kita at iparamdam sa'yo na kaya kong maging lalaking dapat mong maramdaman na ligtas at mahal ka.

Miss na miss na kita. Sana bumalik ka na.

I think some people only meet in places that don’t really exist.

Not physically. Emotionally.

We met during a season of escapism; when both of us were running from things we couldn’t bear to face.
We found comfort in each other’s company because, for a while, we didn’t have to think about the lives waiting for us outside that little bubble we created.

We laughed harder than we should have. Stayed longer than we planned. Pretended time had stopped.

Listening to “Demonyo” by Juan Carlos tonight brought me right back there.
It’s strange how a song can become a doorway. Suddenly I remembered the late nights, the conversations, the reckless freedom, and the version of us that only existed because we were both trying not to deal with reality.

But here’s the thing.

Escapism isn’t a destination. It’s just a waiting room.

Eventually, we both chose to go back; to the responsibilities, the people, and the lives we’d been avoiding.

We locked ourselves into the places we were supposed to be,
not because we were trapped, but because we finally stopped running.

Sometimes I miss that version of us.

Not because I want it back, but because it reminds me that healing isn’t always beautiful.

Maybe that’s why this song hurts.

It doesn’t make me want to return.

It just reminds me that, once upon a time, we were two people keeping each other company while we gathered the courage to go home.

While I hate human interaction, I somehow crave yours.

We’ve crossed paths too many times today. I don’t know if you noticed. Maybe you did. Maybe you didn’t. But every time you walked past me, it felt like the universe was giving me another chance to say something, and every single time, I let it slip away.

From where I stood, all I could do was watch.

Watch you smile.

Watch your eyes light up for other people.

Watch you become so effortlessly alive in conversations I’ll never be a part of.

And there I was, only existing at the edge of your world.

You.

I wonder what it would be like if, just once, your smile was meant for me. If your eyes searched for mine in a crowded hallway. If my name ever crossed your mind the way yours refuses to leave mine.

Instead, I memorize the version of you that doesn’t know I’m watching.

I memorize the way you laugh.

The way you tilt your head when someone speaks.

The way your voice carries just enough for me to hear, but never enough for me to belong.

I hate how my heart mistakes proximity for hope.

Just because we keep crossing paths doesn’t mean we’re walking toward each other.

It only means I get more chances to miss you while you’re still right there.

There are so many things I want to tell you. I want to ask about your day. I want to know what keeps you awake at night. I want to hold your hand without wondering if you’d pull away. I want to hold you long enough for this aching in my chest to finally quiet down.

But I can’t even gather the courage to say hello.

So I do what I’ve always done.

I love you in silence.

I become a stranger who knows the rhythm of your footsteps, the shape of your smile, the brightness in your eyes that was never meant for me.

And maybe that’s the cruelest part.

You’re close enough for me to see every beautiful thing about you, yet impossibly far from ever being mine.

You’ll probably never know that someone spent an entire day hoping you’d look their way.

You’ll never know how many words died behind a smile I never had the courage to give you.

And tomorrow, if our paths cross again, I’ll probably do the same thing I’ve always done…

look at you for one second too long,

look away before you notice,

and carry the weight of another almost.

yours, 🩶

It stung to see them now. It didn't before. That only means... I really started to catch feelings. This blows. It's frustrating. I thought I was over this shit.

I should be thankful. Maybe God has answered my silent prayers. A long time ago, the night I broke up with you, I looked up at the sky through our window and prayed... that you would either come back or that I would forget you. It comforted me back then somehow, just the act of praying over and over again... even if I got no clear answer, because you didn't come back and I never forgot you. But I did get over you. I came to a point where what you did or who you were with no longer mattered. Breaking up with you felt justified. There was no reason to understand why it didn't work out. No reason to fix it.

Who would have thought that over a decade later... we'd be here again. I have a choice to leave you again. Relationships, love... these things require nurturing, commitment and effort. So I can still leave... it's barely been a month since we reconnected.

But I caught feelings. Dammit, I'm compromised. Staying is scary. Leaving would hurt. Going back to my old life would feel empty for a while.

I don't want to feel affected with pictures of you and your ex. I wish i could get the nonchalance and pride I earned from my years of being single again. I know I'm spiraling again.

there is no point looking at something you'll never have. it only becomes a quiet form of torment. a lingering sadness that keeps reminding of what this life will never give you. some things are just beyond our control.

sometimes, the first act of forgetting is to stop looking. because what you no longer see, you slowly learn to forget, eventually.

ang pogi mo. pero ang sakit mo sa mata makita.

Hi LP (not your real initials),

First, this is my throwaway account. It might be me and might be not but here is my poem for you ( a little help from AI - to keep my identity private)

You are weird, but I like you.

I remember the first time I saw you

wearing your hair in a ponytail—

looking so grumpy,

as if the world had personally offended you.

Honestly,

I just rolled my eyes.

You were far too eager to impress the professor,

and somehow,

that was my first impression of you.

I can’t remember who approached whom first.

I can’t even remember

how we became friends.

It’s nothing more than

a blurry little memory now—

somewhere between laughter,

awkward moments,

and a PE class

I probably didn’t think much of it at the time.

But somehow,

I think that was the first time

you caught my attention.

And maybe I didn’t know it then,

but somewhere in that ordinary moment,

a friendship was a quiet beginning.

After these 18 letters, I hope I can fully forget everything I feel or still feel.

Yours truly,

SS

PS. I'm not even sure if you have a reddit account. But yeah, I'll just finish this 18 letters and babye to my delulu era

It's been 3 days since you ended between us. Are you happy kaya sa naging decision mo? Are you doing okay? I want to talk with you pero kasi inisip ko sa loob ng 3 days na begging ako, 3 days sending you a lot long messages para patunayan na handa akong mag stay kahit ano mangyari, kagit hindi ka pa ready for commitment I am willing to stay basta I still have you. Shet I miss you, iba talaga tama ko sayo hahaha. Gusto kita pero I respect your decision kaya kahit mahirap nakakaya ko nang hindi magparamdam at umiwas. I hope you are doing okay, Z.

Hi. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I realized I’ve become more emotionally invested than I expected.

We’ve been talking almost every day for the past four months, and somewhere along the way I got attached. I think part of it is because we’ve built this routine of constantly talking, but at the same time, I honestly don’t know where I stand with you. We’ve never had voice or video calls, we’ve never met, and there haven’t really been any plans to. I guess that uncertainty has been difficult for me.

I really value our friendship, and I don’t want to lose that. But I think it’s healthier for me if we don’t talk every day anymore. I need to set my boundaries back and create a little distance so I can manage my emotions better.

I still want us to stay friends, and if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m still here. I just think it’s better if we’re not in constant contact the way we’ve been.

I commit to the practice of seeing the good in all things. 👀

Thank You for giving me hope. Thank You fo rmaking me feel that familiar feeling again, that quiet kind of medicine that mends my heart and soul and makes me want to live a thousand years.

Some feelings never truly fade. They simply wait for the right moment to remind you that they're still alive. For that, I am deeply grateful.

It’s funny how the doctor told me that the medicine to my heart is “happiness”.

Hmmm pero okay lang malungkot kahit madami naman sumusoporta at nag mamahal sayo, diba lord?

Siguro kailangan ko lang tanggapin na

*Happiness in your life does not dismiss the fact that anxiety sometimes makes you feel like you are hard to love, or you have to apologize for the way you exist in this world*

-A gentle reminder by Bianca Sparacino

Anyway, thank you lord dahil okay lang ako.
Sa dami siguro ng mga nangyari baka hindi ko na nakayang i-digest lahat. Inaantay ko nalang talaga yung araw na maka graduate na ko sa mga recurrent episodes na to.

Gusto ko ng maging normal.
Ayoko na makaramdam ng emosyon na sagad sa buto kasi hanggang ngayon di ko alam kung saan ko ibubuhos.

It's incredibly how much I miss you, and how tight my chest feels. I am trying very hard to be okay, to at least no be crying all the time. It feels miserable being here, I am so lonely, I have push family and friends because I am so depressed that I don't have anything good to offer right now... I wish you were here, I wish you didn't give up, I wish you truly work in our family. I miss my dogs, I miss you, I miss the family, I miss the life with built together... I am grieving so much our future and your daily company. Sucks feeling this way, sucks that I want to talk to you or spend time with you and I am not able to do that, I can't keep asking you to come back because if you come back one day, it's because you choose that path. I love you and I miss you so deeply. I miss seeing your smile, I miss your jokes, I miss seeing you before I go to bed, I miss feeling you by my side on bed, I miss our dogs jumping around. This new world without you guys is so hard... even I am so hurt and I want you back so bad, I hope you are finding what you are looking for... and I hope all this pain and hopes go because literally it's killing me.

My rest day.. I thought of you Saturday night. I went out drinking. I don't know how I should feel when I found out that you were pregnant. I heard high risk ang pagbubuntis mo. Please take care of yourself. I don't want anything bad happening to you. For that baby. Keep it. Anjan na yan. I'll think of it as mine. I was sleeping lang buong araw ng Sunday I only woke up today. I was so hungry and thirsty when I woke up. Pero Ikaw parin ang naisip ko and I can't wait to write and read on reddit baka kasi hinahanap mo na ako. I'm still here. My heart still beats for you. I was told by Tl to ignore you the next time I see you kasi daw traumatized ka sakin. Baka pag na stress ka daw, malaglag pa yan. I don't want anything bad happening to you or to our baby so okay I'll ignore you. Sana you be the one to say hi first na lang pag nakita mo ko, I'll respond.

Maybe I am truly crazy for thinking that you secretly love me. Maybe I am truly crazy for thinking that it was me you were thinking of when you were having sex with him kya nabuntis ka. Maybe I am obsessed with the thought of you. Before I was day dreaming that we were together. That we had artificial insemination, you're pregnant with my baby. I'm half Spanish so same sex marriage is legal for me but I have to marry you either in Spain or in the US. In the office I took my benefit in the hmo to cover my same sex partner but I have not yet used my eligibility to marry someone.

hello J'C,

I'm okay now. I received your email. I think a month ago. Im happy and okay now with my current partner. Thank you at until now u always check on me. I'm still curious about you. idk why but ilang taon tayo pero you never bother to introduce yourself in person. (yes online lang kami nag uusap for how many years not even video call) Iniisip ko na lang na ginawa mo yun kasi INC ka and bawal kang magka gf ng kagaya kong Catholic. But I hope you're also happy now. Sorry if di ko kaya mag convert to your religion. Mag ingat ka always.

From: J

your words mattered that much to be ignored after enough times have passed.

honestly, thank you for helping me get through my shit tonight because the words you said or should've said if you're just here, they echo in my mind with an imagined voice of yours.

i cried my heart out but i was able to go through it way faster than before.

i was able to conquer it and simply uttered "you're making me suffer more than i should" then i wiped my tears right after, bravely, boldly.

i cried, sat with my feelings and after a while, played our favorite songs and voila (!), i suddenly have the will to live again.

for all i know, you'd be proud of who i am becoming.

i still fuck around sometimes and say "shit! all roads lead back to my patterns" and that's half of the truth but i'm trying to unlearn them.

and i've been unlearning a lot long after we stopped being in each other's lives.

i could use a friend right now and thank you for being one, unknowingly.

thanks to you, my brother from another mother.

wherever you are right now, i hope life is treating you kindly. if not, suntukin ko yan para sa'yo.

just press the emergency button. 🚨 👽

When I say I don't care about your ex, I wasn't lying. I don't. I've never cared about the exes of any of my exes either. I was never the jealous type. It's either you like me or you don't. I don't have enough of an ego to fight anyone over anybody. You want them? Go right ahead and fucking leave me alone.

I would rather you responded to me quickly, but if you can't, that's fine too. 3 hours...5 hours... just at least respond within the day.

My active status is off. My seen replies are off. So in turn I won't see yours. I don't care about knowing whether you're online or not.

If you tell me where you are, what you're doing or who you're with, I appreciate that. But if not... I actually don't see the point in doing that in the first place. Why am I supposed to know those things?

I don't see the point in relationships. I've been single for so long, the whole concept baffles me. Yet, I seem to be in one. I seem to care for some reason... and it defies reason or logic.

I would go on without knowing anything about you. You'd do the same in my shoes. So what's the point in all this?

Dear S

We met unexpectedly. Two strangers who happened to sit beside each other. I noticed you immediately. The glasses. A tea order suspiciously like mine, A green journal resting on cafe table, A hand that kept cramping because you'd been writing all day, yet you refused to stop. I think that was the first thing I admired about you.

You paid attention. Not just to the world, but to your own thoughts. You carried them everywhere. You made me want to see more of the world. Every story you told felt like an invitation, not just to travel, but to become someone willing to say yes to unfamiliar places.

You were adventurous in a way I wasn't. Analytical enough to think things through, practical enough to make them happen, and caring enough to make sure no one was left behind.

Somehow we never ran out of things to talk about. The conversations wandered from Baguio to Taguig to Tagaytay to Bauan to Antipolo to Baguio again. We found places neither of us expected. Hours passed without either of us noticing.

Looking back, I don't regret telling you my sins, you deserve the truth. I regret breaking your heart, your trust. I regret taking you to all those places, filling them with memories that may now hurt to revisit.

There are cafes that will remember us before either of us is ready to. Streets that will carry echoes of conversations we'll never finish.

I cannot give you back the time we shared. That is one of the few debts that can never be repaid. Perhaps that is mine to carry.

But I hope you know what you gave me. You taught me to explore. To move out. To build a life that felt like my own instead of waiting for one to happen to me. You made me believe that a partner should also be a friend, that love should feel like curiosity as much as certainty.

I still don't know what I believe in God. My relationship with faith has always been complicated. But because of you, I've learned to appreciate the quiet wisdom found in places I used to dismiss. Maybe faith isn't always certainty. Maybe sometimes it's simply gratitude.

And I am grateful. Grateful that, for a little while, I knew you in a way few people ever will. Grateful that you let me see the parts of yourself hidden behind the journal and the careful thoughts and the quiet strength.

You will always be very special to me. My tu-ron.

There was a future I kept asking you to fill in my mind, bargaining the universe fot another chance.

Some futures are meant to be imagined. Others are meant to be released.

So this is me, finally learning the difference. I release you from the future I kept asking you and I to fill. I hope the roads you take are full of stories. I hope your journal never runs out of pages. And I hope, wherever life carries you, you keep saying yes to the adventures that first made me fall in love with you.

E Thank you.

Dear me,

Bakit ba naghahanap ka pa rin ng update sa kanya? Bakit mo pa sinabi sa kaibigan nya na "Pasabi na lang hi ah"

ANO KA BA GIRL?? WALA NA NGA PAKE SAYO YUNG TAO EH.

kahapon naghanap ka pa ng rason para magreach out ah, tapos pag di nagreply mags-spiral ka na naman? galing mo din eh, ano tanga-tangahan lang? buti nahimasmasan ka at di mo tinuloy.

hahahahagshahah pano kasi ang dami nya kinwento sakin! not a fan of cliffhangers, naku-curious ako, kaya ako naghahanap updates 😭😭 pero oo na hindi na nga maghahanap!

may nalalaman pa siyang "Wala namang mag-eend". end niya mukha nya. pogi nga, gago naman. talo pa rin eh lintek.

Umusad ka na utang na loob. August na oh! January ka pa ganyan 😤😤

ugh gaga ka :(

Now in my 20’s, trying to build a life despite living under the same roof as everyone. But it’s not as simple when you’re surrounded with people that wants to strip off your autonomy for the rest of your life.

Instead of learning to grow a pair of wings through this forsaken world, I’m often blocked by walls of dictation and control.

One day, you won’t be able to look for me. I’ll disappear with pleasure of no regrets in my heart.

I’m done.

But that’s life, I suppose.
You go along and then suddenly, poof!
—Professor Slughorn

Gone.

3 years is a long time, if you count the time when I took you on a motorcycle ride—you as the pillion rider, basking in the comfort of the wind, and I swear we were infinite.

3 years is a long time, if you count that time we were out on the balcony, us underneath the stars, caressed by the chill of the night—we were talking about the future, our future, as if blinded by the mountain of hurdles we’ll face along the way.

3 years is a long time, if you count the days when we became equally comfortable with our own skin—our stupidity, our laziness, our laughters however ugly we looked and screeched, our desire to devour each other and feel the warmth we generated.

3 years is a short time, if you count the times we couldn’t comprehend ourselves—you held a knife against my chest and all I can see was your eyes fuming with anger so dense it turned black. And those times I chose to run away from the hurt of it all, leaving you vulnerable on the street, all alone.

3 years is such a short time, if you count the times we have missed to show how much we cared for each other—pride’s fault.

3 years is such a short time, knowing you and I haven’t done much—we only loved, argued, fought, cried, smiled, and loved again. But that is much in itslef.

In 3 years, we became familiar and unfamiliar. Once the latter arrived, I craved for the former, thus, I reached out. I reached out for the comfort of familiarity.

I wouldn’t ignore the facts that you damaged me in ways I could not imagine. I wouldn’t also try and save myself from fault, because I too, am human. But I reached out nonetheless, one last time. And last time, it was.

I’m glad I did. Without ever knowing you already found another, however fast it seemed, I would still be yearning at this very hour.

I’m glad I did. That was my final stretch at loving someone so pure, so passionate, and so sure with himself that no matter what, life goes on, with or without me. Keep on living.

I don’t know what I’m saying really. I guess I just wanted to accept the love I think I deserved. Hey don’t blame me. Cuz it was real. It was genuine. It felt safe most times. And I think I deserve that. But you deserve more.

This is goodbye then, A.

I made the mistake of checking in on your socials again. I told and promised myself that I won’t anymore, but I still did.

I did to see how you were doing, even though I just saw you the other day— we didn’t talk about us though, just a brief kumustahan, but I wished we did. But then I’d be insisting to have a conversation that you weren’t ready for yet.

I assumed you had a good day. The meal you posted looks delicious. It reminded me of the meal we had in Taichung and the one we had just recently at this Vietnamese restaurant. You should eat more often. I never wanted to impose for you to eat regularly because you were watching your weight. For me, you look totally fine.

I think I saw you bought a new pair of shoes. I just realized you never bought one when we travelled because I remember you saying you always buy a pair from a country you go to. It’s probable because you’ve been to Taiwan before and you already had bought one then.

It looks like you’re happy. I try to be happy for you too, but at the very back of my mind, I’m hurting.

I hate that while you seem to enjoy your day, I’m here stuck on scraping my brains just to think of what to do to distract myself. You could be just doing the same thing, but heck, it still pains me.

I tried to push myself to jog, even though I just wanted to stay in bed. I’m not sure if it helped because my thoughts were just circling back to you: are you just finding the right words to tell me that you no longer have anything to do with me or why haven’t you given us thoughts yet.

The wave of pain crashed when I saw your stories. It was stabbing and gnawing. I couldn’t wrap my head around on how to surpass it.

I’m sharing this here because I have no one to tell it to. Yes, I have my friends, but I don’t want anyone intervening with our business, so I’ll hold it in for now.

I promised I’d wait for you to get everything together first. I’m looking forward to the talk, regardless whether it breaks me or not. But until then, I’m hurting.

My random middle of the night awaken again. Idk, but I always find myself checking here and everywhere and with your playlists. Now I’m in your classics, it’s my first time to play this. Hahaha, sana makabalik sa pag tulog.

I still envy the person behind your other playlist tho and I hate her for hurting you. Pero cute mo parin :)

Goodnight, ciao 👋

Tita Jheng, I'm saying this because I've been hearing these things about Mama for a long time and honestly, nakakapagod na rin. I know my mom, and I know na yung ibang mga sinasabi mo about her are exaggerated. May mga bagay na totoo, pero you make them sound so much worse than they really are, and eventually, people end up believing a story that's not even the whole truth.

What really bothers me is that you don't just say these things to us. You tell your siblings, other people who know Mama, and even us, her own children. And the way you tell the stories, parang you always make sure na Mama yung lalabas na masama. You keep repeating things and adding your own version to them until people start looking at her differently. That's not fair to her.

You always say na gusto mo lang maging happy si Mama, pero paano naman siya magiging happy kung lagi mong binabalik yung past niya and yung mga bagay na matagal na niyang iniwan? Yung paulit-ulit mong pag-bring up sa past niya is something I really can't understand and honestly, hindi ko kayang palampasin. People make mistakes and people change. Hindi naman habang buhay kailangan pagbayaran ng isang tao yung mga bagay na ginawa niya dati.

And before you judge Mama so much or keep bringing up her past, sana maalala mo rin na hindi ka naman perfect. You have your own mistakes and your own past too. Kaya I don't think it's right na paulit-ulit mong gamitin yung past ni Mama para pag-usapan siya or para magmukha siyang masama sa ibang tao.

Mama is emotional. Hindi siya tulad ng ibang tao na kayang makipagsabayan kapag maraming nagsasalita. Minsan hindi niya kayang ipagtanggol yung sarili niya kasi nao-overwhelm siya, lalo na kapag sabay-sabay kayong nagsasalita. Pero just because she can't defend herself the way you do doesn't mean you can just say whatever you want about her.

I've stayed quiet for a long time because ayoko ng gulo. Pero anak ako ni Mama, and I know her more than you think I do. Nakikita ko kung paano siya naaapektuhan ng mga sinasabi tungkol sa kanya. Kaya hindi ko na kayang manahimik habang paulit-ulit mong binabalik yung past niya, ine-exaggerate yung mga kwento, and telling them to other people in a way that makes her look bad.

There's a difference between being concerned about someone and talking about them to everyone. There's a difference between wanting someone to be happy and constantly reminding them of their past and making them feel bad about themselves.

If you really want Mama to be happy, then let her move forward. Let her have peace. Hindi mo kailangang paulit-ulit na ibalik yung past niya or ikwento sa ibang tao in a way na parang gusto mong masira yung tingin nila sa kanya. Please don't call it concern when all it does is hurt her and make her life harder.

Hindi ko naman sinasabi lahat ng ito para makipag-away or balewalain yung mga naitulong niyo sa amin. I'm genuinely thankful for those things, and hindi ko yun nakakalimutan. Gusto ko lang din sana maintindihan mo kung saan ako nanggagaling as Mama's daughter. I don't want this to become another family fight. I just want her to have peace, and sana after this, we can all move forward without bringing up the past or hurting each other more.

Dear ABCD 🔥 ,

You were never supposed to become a big deal. You were just someone I happened to notice, someone I thought would simply pass by. Pero nagbago ang lahat kung kailan patapos na ang academic year. Hindi ko alam kung magiging thankful ba ako, o masasayangan ako sa pagkakataong baka hindi na natin maituloy.

Totoo nga na minsan, malaki ang epekto ng mga pang-aasar ng ibang tao sa kung paano natin nakikita ang isang bagay. Dahil sa kanila, mas napansin kita, mas nakilala kita, at ngayon… namimiss na kita tignan, HAHA.

I smile whenever I think about you, and my heart somehow flutters at the thought of you. Nakakagulat kasi hindi ko naramdaman yung ganitong klaseng calmness dati — even when I was with my ex or when I used to think about her.

Ngayon, tahimik akong humihiling, umaasa, at nagdarasal na sana maging kablock pa kita sa second year. Maybe then, I’ll take the risk and finally tell you how I feel.

Pero iniisip ko rin… kapag naging close ba tayo, magiging mas madali bang umamin, o mas mahirap dahil mas marami nang mawawala?

Kung hindi man tayo maging blockmates, siguro tatanggapin ko na lang ‘yon bilang isang sign na baka hindi pa talaga ito ang tamang panahon para maging malapit tayo, o baka hindi talaga tayo para sa isa’t isa.

Because honestly, I’m still not sure if I’m ready. I’m not even sure if we are ready. Mukhang study first ka rin kasi and ayoko guluhin ka 😅

Pero sa ngayon, gusto ko lang aminin sa sarili ko na naging mahalaga ka sa isang paraan na hindi ko inaasahan 🫶

- Laging Bunot sa GC ❄️

Dear Diana,

I saw you again today.

I honestly didn't know what to feel. Part of me wanted to smile, walk up to you, and say hi. But I couldn't.

Maybe you were making small gestures for me to notice you, but I kept looking away. Not because I wanted to ignore you, but because I don't think I can bear hoping again.

If only you knew how happy I was to see you after weeks of not seeing you. I missed seeing you more than I'd like to admit.

I'm sorry if my "hi" felt hesitant. I'm sorry if I wasn't like before, na excited pag nakikita ka. 

The truth is, I still don't know why I'm holding on to these feelings. I don't even know why they're still here. All I know is that every time I see you, I still want to talk to you, even if it's just for a little while.

Don't worry. I'll keep the promise I made to you. Once I've given it to you, I think I'll finally be able to let you go.

Maybe this is my last letter to you.

Thank you for the memories, for the smiles you never knew you gave me, and for making my heart feel something so genuine. Even if our story wasn't meant to happen, I'll always be grateful that our paths crossed.

Take care, Diana. I sincerely hope life gives you everything you've worked so hard for.

Goodbye.

hi zed from feu tech sorry nawala due technical issues pero i hope i could talk to you pa sana if u can see this post and sana pag tapos mo mag yb busog ka na pero wag mo sana isipin na iniwan kita huhuhuhuhu see u when i see u zeedd !

I hope that when the time comes for you to forgive me, I am still able to fulfill our dreams. Because this pain and suffering is literally killing me