Where Words Fall Short
I could say a thousand thingsabout the way light clings to you,how your presence bends the quiet,how laughter softens in your wake. But none of itwould ever be enough.
Socks
In the stillness,you are the placeI return to.No questions,no need for answers,just the ease of beingin the quiet you hold. When the world feels too much,you are where I findmyself again.
Letter #2: I’m Not Doing Well Without You
I’m not sleeping. Two hours, maybe three on a good night, and that’s only when I can convince my brain to shut up for long enough. The rest of the time, I’m just lying there, staring at the ceiling, waiting…
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…
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…
Letter #1: To the Hurt I Let In
I don’t even know where to start, but I feel like I need to say it, even if it’s to no one. I wish I could look back at everything and say that I’m okay with how things turned out.…
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…
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…