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keep the sound of rain on a quiet afternoon,

the way it makes you feel both sheltered and infinite.

keep the memory of someone’s laugh

that made you forget you were supposed to be sad.

keep the mornings you woke up without rushing,

when the day felt like it was waiting for you to notice it.

keep the way the sea smells before a storm,

and the strange calm it plants in your chest.

keep the names of places you’ve never been,

just in case you need to dream of them someday.

keep the warmth of hands you once held,

even if you no longer remember the faces they belonged to.

keep the moments you were wrong and learned something,

and the moments you were right and stayed humble.

keep the first words someone ever said to you,

and the last ones, too.

keep the way light filters through trees at 4 p.m.,

how it feels like the world is both ending and just beginning.

keep the sound of your own heartbeat when you’re about to say yes,

the way it reminds you you’re still here, still choosing.

keep the quiet that settles after you’ve forgiven someone,

and the courage it takes to start over,

especially when no one is watching.

keep all of these,

for the days when you forget who you are,

they will call you back home.

keep all of these,

one day you’ll realize,

they were never small things at all,

they were the very reason you were here.

—Sav🐼🌷

Someone new is in your life now.

And I guess that's good.

I mean,

I'm glad you found someone

who makes things easier.

Who doesn't have to ask you try.

Who doesn't stay up wondering if they're too much.

But I'd be lying,

if I said it didn't hurt a little—

seeing you become everything I hoped you'd be...

just not with ne.

Sometimes I wonder

if you ever think about the way things ended.

If you ever scroll past an old memory and pause for a second—

not because you miss it,

just because it happened.

I don't hate you.

I'm just still healing from being replaced without even being warned.

But I know you're happy now.

And maybe that should be enough for me.

Even if I'm not there yet.

I still love you.

And I'm still learning to forget how.

But at least you're happy now.

—Sav🐼🌷

I know goodbyes are as common as hellos,

but I least expected it from me and you.

Questions still linger like how could you

How and why, of all people, why us?

I'd be lying if I said

you didn't break my heart.

For God's sake,

I'm admitting your leaving pained me way

more than deaths that tore me apart.

It was like stabbing a knife into my heart,

and the only way to take it

was to push it through.

I traveled to places

where there was no trace of you,

but I ended up leaving tears

on the beautiful sceneries,

hoping your eyes were seeing them too.

And it took me more than a year

to kiss someone new,

and sometimes even in his embrace,

it feels like I'm cheating on you.

—Sav🐼🌷

If you really knew the problems and struggles she’s faced, you’d understand why protecting her peace isn’t just a choice—it’s a necessity. She’s been through storms that tested her strength, battles that left scars invisible to the eye, and moments of heartbreak that reshaped her view of the world. That’s why she guards her calm so fiercely, because peace for her isn’t just comfort—it’s survival. It’s the quiet space where she rebuilds, heals, and finds herself again.

So don’t mistake her boundaries or distance for coldness or indifference. Behind that calm exterior is someone who’s fought hard to keep her soul intact. She’s learned that not everyone deserves access to her energy, and that sometimes, protecting her peace means walking away from anything or anyone that threatens to steal it. If you truly understood her journey, you’d see that her peace is sacred—and she’s earned every bit of it.

—Sav🐼🌷

THE TIME YOU WASTED FOR SOMEONE THAT IS NOT MEANT FOR YOU IS TIME WASTED FOR SOMEONE THAT IS MEANT FOR YOU

If you hold so much space for something or someone for so long now- now is the time to let go.

If you hold on to something that is not meant for you- you are only giving away your time for something that is best for you- that is meant for you.

If you wait for someone's potential to notice or love you- you are only wasting your time.

Because real love is effortless - it doesn't require anyone to perform or make too much effort for them to be interested or love you back.

I know that sometimes, letting go is scary. The process is complex. The fantasy you created in your mind is addictive. And most of the time you find yourself lost in the abyss of what ifs and what could have been that's why you hold on.

But you've waited long enough.

It is time to let go.

Please do.

Because time wasted for something or someone that is not meant for you is time wasted for something or for someone that is meant for you.

—Sav🐼🌷

Mali sila,

Hindi bumilis ang tibok ng iyong puso nang dumating siya,

Sa halip ay kumalma—

Ang ingay ng paligid ay biglang nawala.

Parang ambon, mahinahon.

Marahan lang ang pagdampi sa balat.

Hindi nagmamadali ang bawat patak—

May pag-iingat.

Mali sila,

Hindi huminto ang ikot ng mundo nang dumating siya.

Bagkus ay bumilis ang takbo ng oras—

Nagiging kahapon ang bukas.

Ganito ang gusto mong pag-ibig.

Hindi ka naman mapanghangad.

Ang gusto mo lang naman,

Kahit payak—

Basta't tiyak.

—Sav🐼🌷

One day you'll remember all those times I tried to talk to you and you didn't listen.

You'll remember how many times I told you your attitude hurt me and you ignored me.

You'll remember I let you know you were losing me and you didn't believe it.

You'll remember all the good I did for you and you didn't appreciate it..

You'll remember the times I folded up to save our relationship, even when you weren't right.

You'll remember my kisses, my caresses, my laugh, my details, my look, my way of taking care of you, take care of you and tell you: I love you, while I touched your face, you'll remember my jokes, my pickiness and even all that you called toxicity in me, for not accepting your mistakes.

I made you a priority and I wasn't a priority for you.

Now you'll have to deal with my silence and my absence, because once you stop asking for attention and you don't try to talk anymore, it's because you've already given up and don't plan to fight anymore...

And you think you love me your way, but I no longer want that absurd way of loving.

You'll remember everything I did to stay and everything you did to make me leave and you'll miss me..

—Sav🐼🌷

You chose me

but not in the way that matters.

You chose me like someone chooses the

last seat on the bus,

not because it felt right,

but because everything else was taken.

You held my hand like a lifeline,

but only when the waves got too loud.

Only when the silence in your chest

started screaming louder than my name.

And I mistook your need

for love.

I told myself that being wanted sometimes

was better than not being wanted at all.

That maybe,

if I stayed long enough,

loved hard enough,

softened myself into something easy,

you’d see me the way I saw you.

But love doesn’t look like

flinching when I reach for you.

Love doesn’t sound like

“I'm just tired,”

every time I asked you to meet me halfway.

You didn’t love me.

You borrowed me.

For comfort.

For distraction.

For the nights that felt too long.

And maybe the cruelest part of it all

is that I knew.

I knew I wasn’t your first choice.

Hell, I wasn’t even your favorite mistake.

I was just there.

And you needed someone.

So you chose me.

But you didn’t love me.

You just didn’t want to be alone.

—Sav🐼🌷

Kapag sinabi kong “tara kape”.

Hindi lang ito tungkol sa kape.

Kundi sa mga salitang nais kumawala sa labi—

Gusto kong magkuwento.

Nais kong pakawalan ang bigat na nararamdaman nitong puso.

Itong mga alimpuyo.

Masyado na kaseng mabigat itong dinadala—

Gusto ko munang makalaya.

Handa ka bang maglaan ng oras?

Gusto mo ba akong samahan sa pansamantalang pagtakas?

Handa ka bang makinig?

Sa isang tasa ng kuwentong may pait, tamis, init at lamig.

Kung gusto mo,

“Tara kape”.

Saan ba?—

Sa Tagaytay sana.

—Sav🐼🌷

I never wanted to be right.

I just wanted you to look at me and see

really see—

that I wasn’t trying to win.

I was trying to matter.

There’s a difference between raising your voice

and raising your heart.

But too often, I was told I was too much

just for being honest.

Too intense, too emotional,

as if feeling deeply was a flaw I should iron out.

I remember arguments that started over nothing—

dirty dishes, missed calls, tone of voice—

but ended with me lying awake,

wondering if I was the problem

for needing something you couldn’t name.

There were days when I gave the best of me

just to be met with half-interest.

Conversations where I left feeling smaller,

like I had to translate my thoughts

into something easier to digest.

Not softer—just less me.

I stayed when I should’ve walked.

Swallowed words I should’ve let burn.

And I still wonder if the silence I kept

was interpreted as peace

instead of exhaustion.

I never wanted to be right.

I just wanted to feel like I wasn’t crazy

for seeing the world the way I do.

To be allowed my version of the story

without it being dissected

or dismissed.

But maybe the real question was never why I wanted to be understood—

maybe it’s why it felt like too much to ask?

—Sav🐼🌷

I told you things

no one else knew—

like how loud silence was

in my childhood home,

how I flinched when people raised their voice,

how I never liked mirrors

because of what I heard growing up.

I told you about my fears,

the nights I cried quietly so no one would worry,

the dreams I gave up on

because I didn’t think I was enough.

And you,

you took them—

not with gentle hands

but with sharp ones.

Used them like glass in your mouth

and threw them back at me

in the middle of every argument,

every moment I tried to stand up for myself.

You turned my softness into a script,

read my pain aloud like it was your weapon.

And suddenly,

what once felt like safety

now feels like shame.

I trusted you.

Not because I was naive,

but because I believed

you were different.

Now I wonder if you ever saw me

as anything other than a story

to someday use

when you needed to win.

—Sav🐼🌷

You didn't even have to asked

I would've stayed.

I would've stayed if you asked.

If you blinked.

If you breathed.

If you dropped a word,

even an ugly one, even a cruel one—

I would've caught it.

I would've stitched it to my skin like a prayer.

I would've stayed.

even when you turned you back.

even when you forgot my birthday.

even when you loved her louder.

even when you laughed like I never existed.

even then—

still, still, still

I would've stay.

I would've stayed.

I would've stayed until there

was nothing left of me.

until the room swallowed me whole.

until the stars burned out one by one and I still looked for your hand in the dark.

Until my voice cracked,

until my knees gave up,

Until my heart stopped beating.

I would've stayed.

You didn't even have to ask.

—Sav🐼🌷

photo credit: Pinterest by wahabplaz

His point of view (His side of the story)

I know you feel it—

The space growing between us,

The sudden changes in our story.

Your touch searches for something I no longer carry.

I admit we're losing the color;

Our faces turn gray,

we just pretend to ignore.

I haven't said it,

But my heart's been pulling away.

And I don't know how to tell you—

Not without breaking what's left.

I can not tell exactly when I stopped loving you.

I asked myself too.

I don't know what to say anymore.

You didn't lose me all at once.

I slipped away slowly,

while you kept holding on.

Every time you gave more,

I had less to give.

I stayed longer than I should have.

Hoping something would come back.

But love doesn't always leave

With a door slummed shut—

Sometimes it just fades in silence.

And I faded.

I'm sorry—

Not for falling out of love,

But for not saying it sooner.

Or maybe...

For not lying good enough.

So this is how we end—

Not with betrayal, not with rage,

But with me too worn to fight,

And her too wise to stay in a cage,

I never meant to let her go—

I just didn't know how to stay.

So I folded my love into silence,

And watched her walk away.

And if someone asks what happened to us, I'll just say,

"I would've stayed, if only she asked"

—Sav🐼🌷

Photo:https://pin.it/3FEI6ozyJ

Her point of view ( A two-part poem that tells both side of the story).

I feel the distance growing

with each passing night,

You're still with me,

But I know

I know.

I feel it in my bones— something's not right.

Your touch is distant,

And your words are empty.

You used to hold me like

I was all you could see,

Now your quiet is a

wound I can't ignore,

It's like I'm begging for

something you don't want anymore.

When did you stop loving me?

I wanted to ask but I feared it would sound like a plea.

Did I lose you before

I even knew?

When did I stop being

soneone you'd choose?

I gave you pieces of me

I can't take back,

And now I'm broken,

falling through the cracks.

I want to scream,

"I gave you everything"

I gave you my heart, my soul, my time,

I gave you my mornings, my midnight tears,

my softest laugh, my loudest fears.

I replay every word, every look you gave, searching for signs in the silence I braved.

Maybe love isn't lost in one loud goodbye, maybe it dies slowly,

While you learn how to lie.

So this is how it ends—

Not with shouting, not with blame,

But with you too tired to stay

And me too scared to name the pain.

I won't asked you to love me again—

I've learned how heavy hope can be.

But I'll carry this goodbye quietly,

Like a ghost only I can see.

And if someone asks what happened to us, I'll just say

"I would have stayed, if only he asked".

-Sav🐼🌷

photo:https://pin.it/2QRiP8K8r

His new girl rides with him in his new motorcycle, but I was there when he couldn't even afford gasoline. He takes his new girl on a dates; takes her to places I once dreamed of going, the same places I told him about. But when it was me, he couldn't even take me out. I was the one cooking for him at home. Making meals out of love, while he gaves me excuses and empty promises. I settled for less, while he was saving his best for someone else. He calls her beautiful daily. I had to question if he ever really saw me, I was insecure, I felt ugly all the time. He's the man she prayed for, but I was the one who prayed for him while he was still broken. His new girl will meet his best version of him, but I got the version of him when he had nothing, when he was at his worst.

I was there for him, gave him my all and everything. Now he's treating this girl right (who knows), while I had to deal with all the pain and trauma. What's funny is that he has the audacity to accuse me and blame me for everything, calling me names, accusing me of having someone else. Only God knows how I broke down and cried my heart out every night.

—Sav🐼🌷

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“I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”

— Unknown

Why is it scary to fall in love again after the worst heartbreak?

Because the last time I gave my love and trust, it shattered me. It made me question my worth. It made me feel so insecure. I came back into pieces and had to pick them up alone. The "I love yous" that turned into nothing but just words, just eight letters from the alphabet. How scary it is that people can say this words so easily, as if it has no value. Then I had to sit with my emotions. I had to survive being alone. I had to be there for myself. I didn't run to anyone, thinking it would feel like betrayal. So, I ran to myself. And then I saw her, so... scared, she was bleeding, so terrified.

"you left her needing you. You left her when all she knew back then was you, but you couldn't be there anymore".

So I can't afford to see myself like that again. ( I can't afford to leave her in darknes). That's why it's so hard to love again, to trust again. Because love shouldn't feel like that.

Loving again is scary because I don't want to repeat the same pattern. I have to become wiser about who I gave my energy to.

Love isn't about butterflies anymore.

Honestly, I don't even know if I'm capable of feeling that again.

But I want a love that's open enough to talk about every single problem, where no issue feels unsafe to bring up, to talk about. A love the shows up when we need each other. A love that feels safe. Not the absence of fight or struggles, but the feeling of not being alone facing them. A partnership in all things. I want a love that proves that I'm worth staying and fighting for, despite all the odds.

—Sav🐼🌷

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