Illusion
There’s this thing about life where everything feels like it’s just… fake. Like you’re walking around, checking the boxes, but none of it feels real. It’s like you’re staring at a picture of what you want, but it’s just a…
The Last Thing I Was Sure Of
It’s weird how everything just fades. At first, it feels like you’re holding onto something that means everything, but then one day you realize you’re not holding anything at all. You thought that moment—that one thing—would be the last time…
You’re Still Everywhere
Some days, I feel like I’m living in a loop, replaying the same moments over and over. Not the happy ones, though. Just the ones that leave you with that dull ache in your chest. Like a scratch on a…
How Time Redefines Us
The start of a new year feels like a reset, doesn’t it? Everything ahead feels open, unwritten, like there’s time to figure it all out. But if I’ve learned anything from looking back on the last year, it’s that time…
Another January 1 Without You
It’s New Year’s Day again. The world feels loud—fireworks, resolutions, celebrations. But for me, this day is quieter now. It’s heavy. It’s your birthday, Nanay. And you’re not here. I’ve been thinking about you all month. December always brings you…
Looking Back, Moving Forward
December always catches me off guard. It’s like you blink, and suddenly the year is over. All those plans and resolutions from January feel like a distant memory, buried under the weight of everything that’s happened in between. It’s funny…
When Love Is Silent, Does It Count?
Sometimes, I think back to the way I loved, and the question lingers: Did they know? Did they feel the care I carried for them, the quiet kind of love that I thought was enough? I didn’t shout it from…
The Quiet Way I Loved—and Lost
There’s a question I’ve been sitting with for a while now: Did I love wrong? It’s not something I say out loud. Not to friends, not to myself when the lights are off and it’s just me and the ceiling.…
Love Doesn’t Leave Enough
It’s just me now. Me and this silence I didn’t ask for, but here it is anyway. I’ve been thinking about how everything used to feel so easy—how we’d just talk, say whatever came to mind, no effort, no hesitation.…
The Uncertainty That Follows
Sometimes, the hardest thing isn’t the goodbye—it’s everything that comes after. The silence. The things left unsaid. The space that used to be filled with laughter or quiet moments now echoes with questions. What happened? Why did it stop? Where…