Once you let something go, it’s not going to be easy to get it back.
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"Happy birthday adri. Enjoy your day :)" I said.
“Salamat :)” he replied.
After a very long time, hindi na siya masungit sakin :)
Okay na, na-greet ko na siya. Wala naman akong maisip sabihin sa kanya na iba. Haha. Okay na yun, casual lang.
I can’t remember the last time i woke up so happy. The last time where i am so excited to face a new morning where i know i will face a lot of good happenings. Can’t remember the last time i was so excited to go to some places that i really like and hang out with my friends. I am still trying to remember the last time i prettied myself up because i know i am going to see my special someone later. I don’t think i can still remember the last time i smiled, a true smile to everyone. I can’t recall the last time i laugh with my tears are about to run down from my eyes because of too much joy. It’s funny how i still want to be the same just like before. But i don’t know how. I can’t even remember the last time i woke up with a smile on my face because i know i am so thankful that i am still alive. But now i don’t think i still have reason for me to have those moments again if i am completely lost and i can’t find myself.
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Hindi ko alam if I’ll greet him ba or hindi. Natatakot kasi ako. Tyaka parang mapapasama nanaman tingin sakin. But, syempre gusto ko rin siya i-greet as a friend. Kaya lang baka kung anu ano nanaman masabi ko.
Actually dapat may gift ako sa kanya, parang maliit na scrapbook, pero mas madami yung letters na laman. Matagal ko na siyang ginagawa, kaso tinigil ko din, hindi ko na tinapos, kasi may nagsabi sakin wag ko na daw ituloy. So ayun.
Wala naman na kasi eh, wala na talaga kong nararamdamang something, ayos na. Kaso ewan ko ngayon bat parang naging interesado nanaman ako sa kanya.
Sana mapigilan ko sarili ko na i-greet siya.
Once na hindi ka naging masaya para sa taong yun, ikaw rin ang magsu-suffer.
Don’t feel bad about not having that person in your life anymore. Don’t blame yourself for everything that had gone wrong, for everything that made you walk into separate ways. Stop making yourself look desperate and pathetic by begging him to come back. You can cry and mope and be bitter and feel the pain for a week or two, but do pick yourself up. I know that that person has made a significant impact in your life, that it would never be the same without him/her around. However, you will also get used to it. You’d tend to miss him/her a lot especially during the nights when you find it difficult to sleep. You will wonder how he/she’s doing at the moment during rainy days and you’re stuck at home, counting the raindrops on your windowpane. You would think of him/her and all your moments together when you stumble upon a photograph at the bottom of your closet when you’re cleaning it, or hear your theme song on the radio. An even greater pain will strike you during moments like those mentioned above. Cry because he left, because he/she made you feel like you’ve found forever with him/her, because that forever has ended and promises were broken. But never ever cry because you think you are not enough, that you still lacked something when in fact you’ve done everything in your power, said the most pathetic but sincere things just to make him stay. Yes, you are crying now. But one day, you’re going to smile again. It’s not really your loss; it’s his/hers. That person can easily find someone prettier, smarter and funnier than you. But he/she would have a difficult time trying to find someone who won’t give up, won’t let go, and won’t be afraid to commit to him/her only — someone like you. So dear, dry up your tears and smile. One day, you will find someone who will treat you right and love you the way you deserve to be loved. Don’t ruin yourself because you gave your all for someone who ended up hurting you. Instead prepare yourself for the new love that is on its way to find you.
- Here’s to everyone who fell in love and did everything to make it last but were still left behind. (via escafeism