Tag: love

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…

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…

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.…

Old Receipts

What am I supposed to dowith these thoughts of you?They stack up like old receipts,faded,yet I can’t bring myselfto throw them away. I tuck them into corners,forget about them for a while,until they spill out again,crinkled memoriesof things that were…

Subtext

I conceal my heartin gestures that mean lessthan they should—a glance, a half-smile,words that never reveal too much. You’ll never knowthe full weight of what I hide,for I’ve learned to wrap itin layers of space,to cloak it in distance. It’s…

Anchor

I grip my feelings tightly,fingers clenched around the edges,as if letting gowould unravel somethingI can’t take back. It’s safer like this—to keep them bound,to hold them stillso I don’t fall too far. But sometimes,late at night,I loosen my graspjust enoughto…

Interlude

I keep my love muted,a hum beneath the noiseof day-to-day life. It doesn’t demand attentionor make itself known,but it’s always there,buzzing through my mind,like a song stuck on repeat. I wonder if you hear it, too—the muted way I carry…