The Day After
When my grandma passed, it felt like the air had been pulled out of me. For a long time, I didn’t know how to place myself in the world without her. I would try to reach for words, but they…
I miss you, Nanay.
I was scrolling through Facebook today when your face showed up under “people you may know”. It made me laugh. How could you possibly have Facebook? You never even owned a phone, let alone a computer. Even if someone had…
Half-close
We’ve never been closer and still some part of me reaches for you like you’re just out of frame. You love me well I know that but the distance still presses in like cold air under a door. Maybe this…
Please be patient with me.
I wish I could explain what it feels like—being this happy, and this scared, all at once. It’s like I’m standing in sunlight after being in the dark for so long that my eyes don’t know how to adjust. You…
Because You Aren’t
When you’re not around, everything feels quieter. Not sad, just missing a sound that only you make. I still go about my days. Still laugh, still breathe, still try. But it’s not the same. None of it feels like mine.…
Can I Stay
I came to you in pieces. Not shattered, just quietly undone. Like a song forgotten mid-verse. Like a home with all the lights off. But you looked at me like I still made sense. As if even the silence between…
In Every Lifetime
I don’t need a sign.You’re the moment I stopped asking for one. You feel like something I didn’t know I was waiting foruntil you arrived.Quiet, certain,like you’ve always belonged here. With you, time doesn’t feel borrowed.It stretches.Like we’ve lived a…
All In, No Exit
Love like this doesn’t whisper. It crashes, it wrecks, it pulls me under, and I don’t want to come up for air. It’s not something I tiptoe around… it’s something I dive into headfirst, knowing it could break me, knowing…
Autopilot
I used to think there was a version of myself worth fighting for. Someone whole, someone unshaken, someone who could look in the mirror and not flinch at what stared back. But somewhere along the way, that version of me…
Who I Was
I don’t know how to start this, so I guess I’ll just say it. I don’t like the person I used to be. It’s strange, looking back, realizing how easy it was to make excuses for myself. How I could…