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Maybe we were never meant to last. We were meant to meet just long enough to ruin every version of love that would come after. I keep thinking about that — how something so alive, could still fall apart like it was nothing. Maybe that’s what this life does to us. It gives, only to take away when we finally start to believe.

I still remember the way you looked at me, like the world finally made sense. And now, I walk through days that don’t feel real anymore. I laugh sometimes, I talk to people, I even pretend I’ve moved on. But every silence, every little pause between one breath and the next, I feel it — the absence of you. You are like a missing heartbeat that never comes back.

I used to think love meant holding on, but now I know it also means learning to live without. And God, this learning is cruel because no one teaches me how to live with memories, no one tells me how to stop missing someone who doesn’t come back.

People tell me everything happens for a reason. I want to ask them what reason could possibly justify loving someone with everything you have and losing them anyway. What reason could make sense of waking up every day and realizing the person you dreamed your whole life with now feels like a story you made up.

So I tell myself what everyone does when love doesn’t fit into this life — maybe in another one. Maybe somewhere the timing isn’t wrong, the universe doesn’t play cruel jokes. Maybe there’s a version of us where I don’t mess it up, where you don’t walk away, where we stay.

In that life, I imagine waking up beside you without the weight of goodbye pressing against my chest. I imagine laughter without fear, love without end dates. I imagine your hand still reaching for mine in crowded rooms. I imagine growing old with you, not just growing apart.

But this life… this one only gave me the beginning. It let me taste forever and then ripped it away. And I’m left here, trying to breathe through the pain, trying to forgive the sky for never being kind to us.

Sometimes I close my eyes and say your name like a prayer that no longer works. Sometimes I still dream of you, and in that dream, you smile like you used to, and everything feels okay again. But morning always comes — and with it, the truth. The truth that we loved each other in a life that wasn’t ready for us.

Sumusulat ako dahil kailangan kong gawin ito, hindi para magtanong kung paano ka, o para maghintay ng sagot. Sumusulat ako para sa sarili ko, para tuluyan nang isara ang pinto na matagal ko nang binabantayan, umaasa na babalik ka.

Matagal-tagal na rin akong namuhay sa 'paano kung' at 'baka sakali'. Matagal-tagal na rin akong kumakapit sa anino ng ikaw at ako noong mga panahong mahal mo pa ako. Alam kong masakit ang mawalan, pero mas masakit pala ang umaasa sa taong matagal nang wala na ang pag-ibig sa iyo. Araw-araw, inaasahan kong babalik ang dating ikaw, ang dating tayo, kahit pa ang bawat kilos mo, bawat salita mo, at lalo na ang katahimikan mo ay nagsasabing hindi na talaga.

Napakalinaw ng katotohanan: Hindi mo na ako mahal.

Hindi ko alam kung bakit napakatagal bago ko ito lubos na matanggap. Siguro dahil ang pag-ibig ko sa iyo ay napakalalim, kaya't mas pinili ng puso ko ang magbulag-bulagan. Ngunit ngayon, kailangan ko nang maging tapat sa sarili ko. Hindi ko na hahayaang ang pag-asa sa iyo ang maging kulungan ko.

Oras na para bitiwan ka. Oras na para hayaan ang sarili kong maghilom. Oras na para ibalik ang pagmamahal na ibinigay ko sa iyo sa sarili ko. Alam kong hindi magiging madali, pero kailangan kong umalis sa lugar kung saan ako lang ang nagmamahal.

Hindi mo kailangang mag-alala pa o makonsensya. Tanggap ko na. Hinihiling ko lang na sa pag-alis ko, hayaan mo akong umalis nang tuluyan.

Salamat sa lahat ng aral, kahit masakit. Paalam sa pag-asa.

Lubos na Gumagalang,

Minsan, ang mga salita ay tila musika sa ating tainga, pero sa likod ng bawat binitiwang pangungusap ay mayroong nakatagong katotohanan na mas masakit pa sa sugat. Dumating ka na ba sa punto na kailangan mong tanungin ang sarili mo: "Mahalaga ba ako sa kanya, o mahal niya talaga ako?"

Ang "Mahalaga ka" ay parang isang tool. Ikaw ang go-to person sa oras ng pangangailangan. Ikaw ang comfort zone kapag nalulungkot sila. Ikaw ang maaasahan kapag may problema. Sa madaling salita, ang pagiging "mahalaga" ay kadalasang nakadepende sa iyong gamit, papel, o serbisyo sa buhay nila. Ikaw ay isang convenience. Ikaw ay isang security blanket. Sa masakit na realidad, kapag hindi ka na nila kailangan, o kapag may nakita na silang mas madaling paraan, ang pagiging "mahalaga" mo ay unti-unting kumukupas. Masakit tanggapin, pero maaari kang maging mahalaga ngayon, at bukas ay wala na.

Ngunit ang "Mahal ka" ay isang bagay na walang kondisyon. Ang tunay na pagmamahal ay hindi nakadepende sa kung ano ang kaya mong ibigay o gawin. Mahal ka niya kahit wala kang maialay. Mahal ka niya kahit nakasimangot ka. Mahal ka niya dahil ikaw ang ikaw. Sa tunay na pagmamahal, wala kang kapalit. Hindi ka puwedeng palitan ng mas "magaling," mas "madali," o mas "convenient" na tao. Ang pag-ibig ay isang desisyon at pangako na mananatili, anuman ang mangyari.

Ang masakit na parte? Madalas, ipinararamdam sa atin na "Mahal ka" dahil lang sa "Mahalaga ka." Akala mo, ang pagiging taga-sagip sa bawat problema nila ay pagmamahal na, pero ang totoo, ang iyong pagiging mahalaga lang ang nagpapanatili sa kanila.

Kung hindi ka na mahalaga sa kanila, pero nagtataka ka kung bakit masakit pa rin? Ibig sabihin, ikaw ang nagbigay ng tunay na pagmamahal sa isang relasyong tanging pagpapahalaga lang ang ibinigay sa iyo. Ang pag-ibig mo ay buo, habang ang sa kanila ay naghihintay lang ng kapalit.

Kaya, bago mo ibigay ang lahat, tanungin mo muna ang sarili mo: "Minamahal ba ako bilang tao, o pinapahalagahan lang ako dahil sa aking silbi?" Dahil sa dulo ng lahat, mas masakit ang katotohanan na naging isang magandang kabanata ka lang sa buhay nila, kaysa sa maging ang mismong aklat ng kanilang pag-ibig.

Sabi nila, ang mundo ay umiikot. Kaya siguro, lahat ng bagay ay may simula at may katapusan, pero hindi ibig sabihin ay hindi na babalik.

Kagaya nating dalawa. Umikot ang buhay natin, nagtagpo, nagkasama, at sa isang iglap, tila naghiwalay ng landas. Para tayong dalawang tao na sakay sa magkaibang ferris wheel. Parehong umaakyat, parehong bumababa, pero hindi na nagkasabay sa rurok.

Pero ang pag-ikot ay hindi paghinto. Patuloy ang paggalaw. At habang umiikot ako sa sarili kong mundo, hindi ko maiwasang itanong: Kailan kaya muling magtatagpo ang ikot ng kapalaran natin? Kailan kaya tayo muling ipaglalapit ng tadhana, kahit pa sa isang mabilis na sulyap lang?

Nakakapagod din pala ang pag-ikot sa iisang problema, o sa iisang alaala. Gusto ko nang umalis sa puntong iyon, maghanap ng bagong direksyon. Pero sadyang mapaglaro ang mundo. Sa tuwing sinusubukan kong lumayo, pakiramdam ko, lalo lang akong hinihila pabalik sa lugar kung saan tayo unang nagkakilala. Para akong bituin na umiikot sa isang kalawakan, at ikaw ang sentro ng aking orbit.

Sana, sa susunod na ikot ng buhay ko, hindi na ako maligaw. At sana, kung magkikita tayong muli, ang ikot ng ating istorya ay hindi na muling magtatapos sa paghihiwalay, kundi sa walang-hanggang pagsasama.

People say having a soft heart is a good thing. That it makes you kind. That it means you care. That the world needs more people like that.

But what they don’t tell you is that it hurts. A lot.

It hurts when you feel everything too much. When a stranger’s sadness sits on your chest like it belongs there. When someone else’s pain feels like it’s your own. When you see things that aren’t even happening to you, but they still find a way to carve themselves into your bones.

I don’t know how to turn it off. I never learned how.

I tried. I really did. I told myself to stop caring so much. To stop making other people’s problems mine. To stop letting things get to me. But it never worked. Because how do you stop feeling? How do you make your heart stop reacting when it was built to do exactly that?

I’ve been called too sensitive. Too emotional. Too soft. Like it’s a bad thing. Like being able to feel is a weakness.

But I don’t think it is. At least, not all the time.

Because even though it hurts, even though it feels like my heart is too open, too exposed, I don’t want to be the kind of person who doesn’t care. I don’t want to be numb. I don’t want to walk through life without being moved by anything.

I just wish it didn’t feel like drowning.

Some days, it’s manageable. Some days, I can carry it. But other days, it’s too much. Too heavy. And I wonder if this is how it’s always going to be—feeling everything so deeply that it almost breaks me.

I don’t know. Maybe it’s not something to fix. Maybe this is just who I am. Maybe the world needs people like me, even if it doesn’t always make space for us.

Maybe feeling everything isn’t the worst thing.

You didn’t need me, I was just convenient for you to use.

You didn’t care for me. I was just being stringed along.

There’s a unique kind of freedom in realizing that you don’t have to be loved or understood by everyone. In a world that constantly pushes us to fit in, to be liked, and to meet expectations, it’s easy to feel like something is wrong with us when we don’t. But here’s the truth: you were not made to be everyone’s favorite, and you don’t have to be.

Not everyone will appreciate your quirks, your passions, or the way you express yourself — and that’s perfectly okay. You are not here to mold yourself into a version that pleases others. You are here to be authentic, raw, and unapologetically you.

Don’t water yourself down just because someone can’t handle your full flavor.

There will be people who criticize you, misunderstand you, or walk away. It’s not because you lack something; it’s because you are not their taste. But remember, someone else out there will savor every part of who you are. Those are the people who matter.

You are not for everyone, and you were never meant to be

You are allowed to be a masterpiece for some and a mystery to others. 

The world doesn’t need another copy. It needs people who are brave enough to stand in their truth, even if that truth isn’t always welcomed with open arms. Your worth does not decrease because someone else fails to see it. It shines regardless, steady and unwavering.

So, stop shrinking to fit into spaces that were never meant for you. Stop apologizing for being different. Be bold. Be unyielding. Be the version of yourself that feels most alive. Because the right people — the ones who see your value — will find you, and they will never ask you to be anything less.

Some will love you, some won’t. But the most important love you’ll ever receive is the love you give to yourself.