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…
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…
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…
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…
It’s the way the light hits your face,just right,how laughter dances lightlybefore settling into something deeper. It’s the subtle shift of energy,the warmth of a smilethat doesn’t ask for answers,only offers comfort,a shared breaththat feels like a secret. Each glance…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…