7 Years Later: Who Truly Gained More?
It's strange how certain years just stick with you—2017, for example. Lately, all the memories from that year keep coming back.
College life. My single era. Yung time na hunting for gwapos was part of the fun. I was a free spirit—hopeful, full of dreams and goals. I had time—so much time—with friends who felt like home. And then, I met someone.
He became part of my story for seven long years. Until one day, he left.
That kind of pain isn’t easy to explain. Hindi mo agad maiproseso. But through all the questioning, the aching, and the letting go, one truth remained unshaken:
God never left. He was there at the beginning, and He is still here—ever faithful.
So now, I ask myself: Who gained more?
My soul did. I may have lost someone I deeply cared for, but I found something more valuable: healing, identity, and the love of a God who never gives up on me.
To anyone out there who was left behind, who was told, “I can’t love you the way you love me,”—I want to remind you:
Your love is not too much. It’s not unworthy. It’s not wasted.
It was simply being poured into the wrong cup. Your love is a gift, and when the time is right, God will lead you to someone who won't just take it—but treasure it.
So today, I raise a quiet toast… Not for what I lost, but for what I’ve found.
Cheers to growth, grace, and a God who writes better stories than I ever could. 🥂🙌
