I wish she knew how my heart moves every time she walks into the room— how it rises, like it’s trying to meet hers halfway without my permission. I wish she knew that when she laughs, I fall a little harder, the sound landing somewhere deep inside me, in a place I didn’t know could bloom just from ...Read more

Every night, I convince myself that this will be the last time. The last time I’ll talk to you in my head as if you’re still here listening. The last time I’ll make up little conversations with you just to silence the loneliness. The last time I’ll replay your voice messages so sleep can finally fi...Read more

When I die, do not bury me with my favorite hoodie or my journal or my favorite headphones. When I die, bury me with a picture of her in my front pocket so I can show everyone in heaven who made me a better person. Sew the sound track of her laugh in the center of my ribs and tuck her name beneat...Read more

When I die, do not bury me with my favorite hoodie, my journal, or the headphones I used to escape into noise. Instead, place a photograph in my front pocket, not as proof of possession, but as a reminder of a season in my life when I learned what it meant to feel deeply human. Let it be folded so...Read more

It never really shows itself all at once, but my chest always knows when she’s near. Not because I try to feel it, but because something inside me tightens, like it’s holding onto words that were never meant to stay this long. I don’t notice when it starts, only that somehow, in the middle of everyt...Read more

Silent seas swallow sorrow slowly, sinking sounds into the stillness beneath, where the world forgets to breathe properly and everything heavy learns how to sink. Shifting shadows shiver in the shallows, stretching and splitting across salt stained surfaces, where scattered stories stop speaking an...Read more

i don’t know why i kept this moment, like it meant more than it should. you weren’t trying to look perfect, you just were. unguarded. real. like you forgot people might be watching. and that stayed with me. not the frame, not the light, but the honesty you didn’t hide well enough. you looked lik...Read more

It never really announces itself, but my eyes always seem to know where she is. Not because I search for her, everything else just slowly fades when she’s around, like the world softens just enough for her to stay clear. I don’t notice the exact moment it happens, only that somehow, out of everythin...Read more

It’s strange how someone can feel like both a rescue and a ruin at the same time. You walked into my life when everything felt heavy, like I was carrying days I didn’t even want to wake up to anymore. And somehow, without trying too hard, you made things lighter. You became the reason silence didn’t...Read more

how many nights do i have to survive before your name stops sounding like a prayer i never meant to memorize? ilang beses ko bang kailangang ulitin sa sarili ko na tapos na, na wala na, para tuluyan kong maramdaman? i keep asking myself when will your absence finally feel like absence, and not like ...Read more

They say desire begins with the body, but I’ve learned it can start with a sentence. There are connections that do not ask for touch. They arrive quietly—through shared ideas, unfinished thoughts, and the comfort of being understood without having to explain yourself twice. Intellectual intimacy gr...Read more

Hindi dahil wala kang pagkukulang, kundi dahil sa kabila ng lahat, may dahilan ka pa ring piliin. May mga taong kailangan mong intindihin muna bago mahalin, pero sa’yo, nauuna ang pagmamahal bago ang pag-unawa. Parang kusa kang tinatanggap ng puso, kahit hindi pa alam kung saan hahantong. Hindi ka...Read more

Is it a crime to be unsure, to stand in the middle of choices and feel the ground shift beneath your feet? The world demands answers spoken with certainty, as if doubt is a weakness and hesitation a flaw. We are taught to move fast, decide faster, and never look back—but no one teaches us how to bre...Read more

Is it better to speak, or die— not the dying of the body, but the quiet death that happens when words are swallowed too long. Because silence, when chosen once, feels safe. But silence, when chosen every day, becomes a grave you learn to decorate. I have learned how to smile while carrying whole p...Read more

Naranasan mo na ba ang magkagusto sa isang tao at tanggapin na sapat na ang pagmasdan lang siya mula sa malayo? May mga pagmamahal na hindi kailanman humihingi ng pangalan. Hindi ito kumakatok, hindi nagpapakilala, at lalong hindi humihiling na buksan ang pinto. Tahimik lamang itong umuupo sa gili...Read more

A photograph, a stolen glance, a world that shrinks to just her dance. The sunlight catches in her hair, and every thought ends up right there. Her name, a whisper on the breeze, a constant hum that brings no ease. She knows the rhythm of her feet, the coffee she prefers, so sweet. She tracks her ...Read more