old soul

I don't know if you'll ever realize how softly you became one of my favorite thoughts. Somehow, without asking for permission, you found a little place in my heart.

I never expected forever. I never even expected US. But if I'm being honest, there where quiet moments when I imagined what it would be like if life had chosen a different path. Maybe we'd laugh over silly things, share comfortable silences, or simply exist in the same little world.

Instead, I'll keep you as a beautiful what if.

I won't ask you to love me back and I wont ask fate to change it's mind. Some people are meant to teach us that not every feeling is meant to become a story. Some are simply meant to remind us that our hearts are still capable of caring deeply.

So, wherever life takes you, I hope you find the kind of happiness that makes your eyes sparkle. I hope someone holds your heart gently, celebrates your dreams, and reminds you everyday how wonderful you are.

As for me, I'll smile whenever I think of you. Not because it doesn't hurt, but because meeting you was still something worth being grateful for.

Thank you for being my favorite impossible wish.

I won’t beg this time. Not because I stopped caring, but because I’m starting to understand that love shouldn’t feel like I have to keep proving I’m worth staying for. I see you. Even in your silence. I notice how you disappear when things get overwhelming, how you choose distance over confrontation. And I’ve tried, I really did, to meet you where you are without losing myself in the process. But loving you quietly has been the loudest pain I’ve ever felt. I kept telling myself na “intindihin mo s’ya, gan’to lang talaga siya” while slowly, ako naman yung nauubos. I stayed patient, I stayed soft, even when I felt ignored, even when I felt like I was the only one holding on.

And maybe you’ll never fully realize how much I chose you in moments where it would’ve been easier to walk away. I don’t hate you. I don’t blame you. But I’m finally accepting that I can’t be the only one fighting for something that’s supposed to be ours. If you ever come across this, I hope you understand that I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you. I stepped back because I had to start choosing myself too. And if one day you learn how to stay, I hope you remember someone once loved you this gently, this patiently, this real. But for now, I’m letting go of the version of you that only exists when it’s convenient.