24/10/2025
๐ป๐ธ๐๐ด๐๐ฐ๐๐ | ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ค๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ฌ
โ๐ ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐ช๐ตโ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐โ๐ญ๐ญ ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ต๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง.โ
For once, I understood what certainty felt like. I was never sure about anything in my life, there was always hesitation, always doubt. But for the first time, my heart knew something that rang trueโit didnโt flutter with butterflies whenever you were near. Instead, it was calm, steady, as if it knew you already. As if it had finally reached its home. And to that itโs the only thing Iโve ever been certain of, and ๐ช๐ตโ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
I didnโt love you because of your smile, your laughter, or your warmth, though God knows they were enough to light up a room in me. I loved you because I saw youโthe real you. I saw the cracks behind your laughter, the weariness hidden in your eyes, the way you tried to hold yourself together even when your soul was falling apart. I saw the strength it took to keep pretending you were fine. I saw the battles you fought in silence and the parts of you that wanted so badly to be enough. And in all those unspoken corners of you, ๐ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
I loved the broken parts of you, the ones you thought no one would ever understand. I loved your courage disguised as fear, the tenderness you were afraid to show. I loved the way your soul trembled between wanting to stay and needing to flee. You were chaos, and I embraced every fragment of it as if my heart had known yours for centuries.
I saw you, not just who you showed to the world, but who you were when the world turned its gaze away. And I loved that person with everything in me.
And maybe thatโs why it hurts so much. Maybe thatโs why itสผs hard for me to just let it go.
Because I didnโt just love youโฆ I understood you. You became the rhythm of my days, the stillness in my chaos. I memorized every version of youโthe quiet, the mess, the laughter, the silence. I was willing to love you right, to love you fully, in the hope that it would be enough to keep you close. ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถโso badly that I was willing to give everything, to risk everything, because for the first time, I was certain. And because I truly believed that, somehow, it would be you.
But love isnโt always enough. Sometimes it just leaves us standing in the ruins of what we thought could be and couldสผve been.
Because now, all thatโs left is the silence where you used to be. I keep trying to convince myself that letting you go is what I need to do, that loving you will only wound me deeper, But the truth is, every part of me still reaches for you in the dark, it aches for you and still whispers your name in every prayer. Every breath feels heavier knowing I have to unlearn someone who felt like the one God gave me.
Or maybeโฆ maybe Iโm still holding on to the foolish hope that youโll come back to me. Even though I know you wonโt. Because this isnโt a movie. And you were never mine to begin with.
Letting you go feels like tearing my own soul in half. Because how do you release someone who has already become a part of your being? How do you stop loving someone who once made you feel that you can be soft and vulnerable for the first time? You were the calm I always searched for, and now youโre the silence I canโt escape.
Still, Iโm trying.
Iโm trying to let you go, not because I stopped loving you, but because holding on feels like loving a ghostโone that keeps haunting whatโs left of me. For I know this love will only keep breaking me, but I also know itโs the most honest thing Iโve ever felt.
And I hope youสผll know, staying away from you is the last act of love I can give you, and the first mercy I can give myself.
๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ | Mirth Kisle C. Patindol
๐๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐๐ฌ | Asherah Ghen B. Florida
๐๐๐ข๐ญ | Maryshka L. Marohombsar
