Vinze's Monologue

In this episode, I share some of the personal realizations and lessons I’ve encountered since I began living alone. From the challenges of solitude to the unexpected joys of independence, I open up about how this new chapter has shaped my mindset, routines, and personal growth. This episode is a continuation of my previous one, Living Alone Extravaganza, so if you haven’t listened to that yet, be…

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In a world that glorifies quick recoveries and instant "bounce backs," we often forget that healing isn't a race—it's a personal journey.

Some people tend to underestimate the weight of emotional wounds—heartbreaks, failures, and even silent traumas we've carried for years. But the truth is, healing takes time. Real, honest, soul-level time.

Hindi mo kailangang ikumpara ang healing journey mo sa iba. Your resilience story is uniquely yours, and it’s not something you can force on someone else or measure against someone else's timeline.

Moving on is not linear. It’s messy, unpredictable, and deeply personal. Sometimes you’ll feel like you’ve taken three steps forward, only to take two steps back. That’s okay. That’s still progress.

Give yourself permission to figure things out at your own pace. Allow yourself to feel, to process, to pause. Huwag mong madaliin ang sarili mo na "maging okay" agad.

There’s no deadline for healing. What matters is that you’re still choosing to move forward—bit by bit, breath by breath.

It’s not that I’m ignoring you.

Maybe this is just the right moment to finally be candid and transparent.

As you’ve always known—let’s not pretend—it’s no secret that I’ve liked you for a very long time. And honestly, I’m tired of being “just a friend” to you.

I’m not gonna lie—I hate myself for allowing this to happen… for allowing myself to be someone convenient for you. But guess what? Life happens. Sh*t happens.

I hate that I learned to settle for the bare minimum you gave me—the thrill whenever you messaged me, even if the last convo we had was months ago. The butterflies, the illusion of importance, the short-lived sweetness you offered from time to time. Your empty words that I clung to, even when deep down, I knew they meant nothing.

Those fleeting memories that used to make me smile… they’ve become poison, slowly killing my belief in true love. All I’m left with now are scars—scars that will haunt my dreams of ever being truly loved back.

But life has its funny way of snapping us out of delusion. Thank God for moments of clarity.

After the emotional highs, when the temporary excitement fades, I get time to reflect. And I realize—it’s not good. It’s not healthy. It’s emotional torture. And I’ve had enough.

I started to question my worth.

And yet, I can’t help but think about the moments we shared. Maybe I was just delusional? Hallucinating? Maybe I was just putting meaning and malice into things that were never there to begin with.

Can I blame you for that? I don’t know. But can you honestly say you had nothing to do with it?

With all the hidden questions I’ve carried… all the years we spent in this superficial “friendship”—ganito na lang ba talaga tayo?

I’ve reached the point where I can’t keep lying to myself that “okay lang.”

I remember how it hurt every time you talked about someone you liked. I tried to be supportive, and maybe that’s my fault too—for being a masochist pretending to be happy for you.

I can’t keep pretending to be okay—rushing to meet you even when I had to cancel plans, always understanding, always adjusting. People think I’m okay with it. But I’m not—not all the time.

Yes, I was happy with your company. The platonic care made me feel seen. I won’t lie—I needed that, and I held on to it.

I knew we could never be. Maybe I was just being naïve—tanga lang siguro ako—hoping that maybe one day, the wind would shift in my favor. But it didn’t. It never did.

And now, it’s time. Time to admit my defeat and let go—not just of you, but of the idea of "us" that never even existed.

I’ve heard the rumors. I know you’re pursuing someone else. And maybe the only way for me to heal… is to finally accept that I lost.

It hurts. It really does. But I need to do this—for my heart, for my peace, for my soul.

I’m not angry at you. Maybe confused by the mixed signals, yes. But I still believe you’re a good person. So, cheers to you.

Starting today, I’m turning the page. This next chapter of my life won’t include you anymore.

I’m cutting you off—not out of hate, but out of self-respect. I hope you understand. This is for me. Maybe for you, too.

I wish you well. I wish you both the best.

See you when I see you.