UnsentLetters – Page 2 – Unsent Letters

Puso Ko Ang Sinugal Ko

Tama nga ang nanay ko. Hindi mo dapat tinuturuan ang batang magsugal.

Una akong natuto maglaro noong magfi-first year high school pa lang ako, kasabay ng kaalaman ko sa paglalaro ng baraha ay ang pagkakamabutihan ng mga damdamin natin. Ang bawat latag ng baraha ay may kasabay ding bawat tagong ngiti o marahang pagdampi ng ating mga palad. Bawat panalong nakukuha ay may kasabay na akbay at pangakong ang mga tenga ko lang ang nakakarinig. Sa bawat larong nagaganap, sabay tayong tumataya. Tadhana ang kalaban natin at di pera ang taya. Sa bawat laro natin, bahagi ng puso ko ang isinusugal ko, umaasang matutubos mo.

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The Need To Bleed You

Maybe the last time I wrote about you isn’t really the last time because here I am again, picking up the pen and slicing my skin open. After all that has happened, you are still the ink running through my veins and I am still consumed by the hunger to bleed you into every blank space I see. Continue reading The Need To Bleed You

Ang Kabullshitan ng “Closure”

Sinabi mo noon na magiging lubos lang ang kaligayahan mo sa oras na pakawalan kita. Mali ka. Ako ang sumaya habang ikaw ngayon ay baon sa alaala ng ating nakaraan na pilit mo pa ring binabalikan.
Huli na. Huli na para sa ating dalawa pero hindi pa huli ang lahat para sa’yo. Gagamitin ko ang gasgas na linyang, “Huwag mong hanapin sa ibang tao ang kaligayahan mo.” Continue reading Ang Kabullshitan ng “Closure”

Love Me Harder

I haven’t written you a letter in the longest time. I’m sorry for that. I’ve seemed to still be so lost with my words. They slip through my hands and it’s been taking me a while to fix my grasp on them. I don’t how to say these things to you anymore. I feel like as we go farther down the line, the less we get to know each other. I find myself composing myself around you. Scared, terrified, not wanting to disappoint you. I hide from you. I hate it. Continue reading Love Me Harder

The Greatest Loss

I wish sometimes that I could write you, or not even write anything but just send you a link of something I found interesting online. I go through my days thinking of what you would make of a certain event or article, or even a funny cartoon I came across from friends’ FB posts.

The truth is that I miss your mind the most, over what we had or what we didn’t get the chance to be. Continue reading The Greatest Loss