[thesubtleintrovert]

Hindi na ako ‘yong dating sabik sa tawag mo.

Ang gaan pala sa pakiramdam kapag hindi na nag-aabang—kapag ‘yong humaling ay napalitan ng normal na tingin.

Ayos na ako kahit wala ka. Walang hinihintay. Walang inaalala.

Alam ko namang hinahanap mo lang ako dahil huli na.

- Regina Amit

[thesubtleintrovert]

I defended you when people warned me. I stayed loyal when it didn't make sense. I gave you the benefit of the doubt again and again. Not because I was blind, but because I believed in you. And in the end, you didn't just hurt me — you proved I should've listened.

People told you. They warned you. They saw what you couldn't—or wouldn't—see. Red flags you explained away. Patterns you minimized. Behavior you justified. And you defended them. Argued with people who cared about you. Stayed loyal when the evidence said leave. Gave chances when they'd already proven who they were.

Not because you were stupid. Not because you were blind. But because you believed. You believed they were better than their worst moments. You believed they'd change. You believed your love would be enough. You believed they were worth defending, staying for, trusting despite evidence otherwise.

And they proved you wrong. Not just by hurting you. But by becoming exactly what everyone warned you about. By doing exactly what people said they'd do. By being precisely who others saw clearly while you were still hoping.

That's the double betrayal. They hurt you. And they proved everyone right. Made you the fool for defending them. Made your loyalty look like naivety. Made your belief look like blindness. When really, you just loved someone who didn't deserve it. Believed in someone who didn't earn it. Defended someone who betrayed it.

You should've listened. And now you know. That's the lesson. A painful one. But one you won't forget.

Next time someone shows you who they are, believe them. Not who you want them to be.

[thesubtleintrovert]

Hi My Love,

Happy 18th month to us, Love. Can you believe it has already been 549 days since we started this journey together? When I think about it, I am amazed at how time has flown, yet at the same time, each day with you feels so full, so meaningful, so unforgettable. I want to take this moment to pause and truly let you know how grateful I am that it’s you I’ve been spending these days with.

It hasn’t always been smooth sailing. We’ve had our share of misunderstandings, fights, and those silly petty arguments that sometimes make us wonder why we’re even upset in the first place. But through it all, I realized something so important—despite the ups and downs, despite the imperfections, my heart still belongs to you, and I am still choosing you. And the truth is, I will always choose you, no matter what circumstances life throws at us.

I love you not only in the easy moments when everything feels light and perfect, but even in the heavy ones when we struggle to understand each other. I love you when you’re near, filling my days with laughter and warmth. I love you even more when you’re far, because that’s when I feel the depth of my longing for you—when my heart aches to be in your arms, when I count the moments until I can see you again. Missing you reminds me just how much you truly mean to me.

You are my safe place, my joy, and my anchor. Even when I feel tired or when life weighs heavily on me, the thought of you brings me back to life. You are the one I want to share my stories with, the one I want to comfort me when I’m weak, and the one I want to celebrate with in every victory. You are my partner in all things—my best friend, my lover, my greatest blessing.

Thank you for loving me even when I’m difficult. Thank you for being patient, for staying by my side even in the moments when it would’ve been easier to walk away. Thank you for making me feel cherished and cared for in ways that no one else ever has. And thank you for letting me love you with all my heart and soul, for giving me the honor of being the one you choose too.

As we celebrate this 18th month together, my heart is overwhelmed with gratitude and love. I know we still have so much to learn about each other, so many challenges to face, and so many dreams to pursue. But as long as we walk through life hand in hand, I know everything will be worth it. Because at the end of the day, I don’t need perfection—I just need you.

So here’s to us, my love. To the 549 days we’ve already shared, and to the countless more to come. I promise that in every tomorrow, in every season of our lives, I will always choose you. I will love you with every beat of my heart, every corner of my soul, every piece of who I am.

I love you—deeply, endlessly, and forever.

Always yours, 💕E

[thesubtleintrovert]

To my partner's Father,

It's been 24 years since you left, and though I never had the chance to meet you, your presence is still deeply felt in our lives, especially through the man you raised, your son, RM. I’m writing to you today with a heart full of gratitude and a profound sense of connection to a man I only know through stories.

I want to thank you for him. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be the man I love today. The values you instilled in him are the very foundation of his character. He is incredibly resilient, able to face any hardship with a quiet determination that inspires me every day. He is a good provider and so dependable, always there for our family, a quality I know he learned from watching you. His work ethic is unmatched; he is the most hardworking and ambitious person I know, driven by a desire to build a good life for us, just as you did for your family.

But beyond all his strengths, I want to thank you for the heart you gave him. He is the most loving and respectful person, and he is a truly devoted partner. The way he loves and cares for me is a testament to the love you showed him. Every quality I cherish in him—his kindness, his strength, his sense of responsibility—is a part of your legacy.

I feel so honored to know you through his stories. Your memories are not just things we talk about; they are the very essence of who he is. Your legacy remains, not just in the past, but alive and well in the man I am lucky enough to call my partner.

With all my love and deepest gratitude,

💕E

[thesubtleintrovert]

✨ 5 Years at **** | 14 Years in Dialysis Nursing ✨

Today, I celebrate a personal milestone — 5 years of service at my current workplace, and a total of 14 years as a dialysis nurse. Fourteen years of purpose. Fourteen years of showing up for my patients, even when the days felt long, heavy, and sometimes impossible.

It’s more than just a job. It’s a calling. A responsibility that doesn’t end when the shift does — it follows me home in the stories I carry, the faces I remember, and the silent prayers I whisper for patients I may never see again.

Over the years, I’ve witnessed moments that broke my heart and strengthened my resolve. I’ve been in rooms filled with hope — and others filled with grief. I’ve dialyzed countless patients — each one unique, each one deserving of dignity and compassion.

I still remember the leptospirosis outbreak, when we dialyzed patient after patient with failing kidneys — pushing our limits to save lives that were slipping through our fingers. I also lived through the overwhelming COVID-19 surge, where I served as a CRRT nurse, performing hemoperfusion for critical patients clinging to life. Gowned up for hours, fighting exhaustion, fear, and uncertainty — but never backing down.

There were days I left the hospital in silence, too emotionally drained to speak. But there were also days filled with hope, laughter, and quiet victories — like a patient getting discharged or regaining the strength to smile again. Those are the moments I hold onto.

To be a dialysis nurse is to be part of the rhythm between life and survival — to understand how fragile, and yet how resilient the human body and spirit can be. It has been 14 years of growing, of learning, of serving — and I wouldn’t trade this path for anything.

So today, I’m taking a moment to honor the journey, the struggles, the sacrifices, and most of all — the heart it takes to stay in this profession.

To my fellow frontliners, my **** family, and every dialysis nurse out there: I see you. I respect you. And I walk with you in purpose and pride.

Here’s to 14 years of service. 5 years at ****. And a lifetime more of compassion-driven care.

[thesubtleintrovert]

IKAW PA RIN

I wish I could explain it—the ache in my chest every time your name crosses my mind, the way my heart still skips a beat despite everything you've done. You’ve hurt me. Over and over again. Lied to me. Cheated. Made me question my worth, my sanity, my strength. People look at me and call me stupid. Naive. Maybe I am. Maybe love has made a fool out of me more times than I can count. But what they don’t understand… is that it’s you. It has always been you. No matter how much pain you’ve caused, there’s a part of me—this stubborn, fragile, and loyal part—that still holds on. That still hopes. That still remembers the way you once held me like I was the only thing that mattered. That still believes, even in the silence, even in the betrayal, that somewhere deep down, the real you is still in there. I don’t love the person who hurt me. I love the person I saw before the lies, before the distance, before the damage. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t erase you from the corners of my heart. I’ve cried. I’ve screamed. I’ve begged the universe to take this love away. But it won’t. It stays. Quiet, constant, painful. Because despite everything… It’s still you. And I don’t know how to stop wanting you. 💔

[thesubtleintrovert]

APPRECIATION POST | SEPTEMBER 14, 2025

Woke up from a night shift feeling drained, low on sleep, and still battling the discomfort I’ve been carrying these past few months because of my cervical and lumbar spine issues… yet my heart feels so full today. 💖

My sons surprised me with short little notes, simple words on paper—but to me, they mean everything. Their thoughtfulness and love have a way of lifting me up even in my weakest moments. These small gestures remind me that no matter how tired or unwell I may feel, I have the most beautiful reason to keep going and to keep smiling.

Grateful for their love, their innocence, and the way they unknowingly heal me with every word. Truly, my biggest blessing will always be being their mom. 💕

So the question is:

did Mother’s Day came early for next year or was it months late this year? 🙈

[thesubtleintrovert]

MY FAVORITE FLOWER IS SUNFLOWER

Of all the flowers that bloom under the sun, the one that truly captures my heart is the sunflower. There is something about it that feels alive, comforting, and deeply inspiring. Whenever I see its golden face lifted proudly to the sky, I feel as though it is reminding me to be strong, to stand tall, and to always look for the light no matter what happens.

I love the sunflower not just for its beauty, but for the way it carries meaning. Its petals, bright and golden like rays of sunlight, never fail to brighten my mood. When I look at a sunflower, I feel warmth in my chest, as if the flower itself is passing on the sun’s joy to me. Unlike delicate flowers that bend easily, the sunflower feels brave and steady—firmly rooted, yet always reaching upward. It makes me think of the kind of person I want to be: someone who chooses to grow toward positivity even when surrounded by challenges.

What fascinates me most is how the sunflower follows the sun throughout the day. It turns its face toward the light, from sunrise to sunset. This habit has always touched me deeply because it feels like a lesson for life. No matter where life takes me, no matter how dark or uncertain the world may feel at times, I should try to keep my eyes fixed on the light, on hope, and on the things that make life beautiful. The sunflower reminds me that even in moments of sadness or struggle, there is always something worth looking toward.

I also admire how the sunflower is not only beautiful but also useful. Its seeds provide nourishment, its oil is used in so many ways, and it brings life to fields and gardens. To me, this shows that true beauty lies in being able to give something meaningful to others. The sunflower does not only stand as a symbol of joy—it also shares its gifts generously, just like how I hope to share kindness with the people around me.

But perhaps the most personal reason why the sunflower is my favorite flower is the way it makes me feel whenever I see one. It reminds me of mornings filled with hope, of strength during difficult days, and of the importance of facing life with courage. The sunflower is more than just a flower—it is a companion in thought, a gentle reminder that I can bloom even when life feels heavy, and that I can always choose to turn toward the light.

In the end, the sunflower is my favorite flower because it is more than just lovely to look at—it is a symbol of who I want to become. Bright yet humble, strong yet kind, and always full of hope. Whenever I see a sunflower, I feel at peace, as if the world is telling me, “Keep growing, keep shining, and never stop turning toward the sun.”

[thesubtleintrovert]

LOVE LETTERS | FROM R WITH L❤️VE

My Love,

I just want to take a moment to thank you from the deepest part of my heart for the love letters you gave me. I cannot even put into words how much it means to me to hold those letters in my hands, to see your thoughts poured onto paper, and to feel the sincerity of your love in every word. It’s not just ink on paper—it’s a piece of your heart that you chose to share with me, and that is something so beautiful, so priceless, and so precious.

Reading your letters makes me feel like the luckiest person alive. Every word reminds me that I am loved, cherished, and cared for in ways I never imagined possible. You have this unique way of making me feel seen, valued, and adored—not just through your actions, but also through your words. The thought and effort you put into writing them shows just how much you care, and I treasure that more than you will ever know.

I love how your letters make me feel safe, how they bring me comfort when I miss you, and how they give me strength on the days I need it most. They are a reminder that I am not alone, that I have you—my partner, my love, my safe place. You managed to put into words the feelings that we sometimes can’t express out loud, and for that, I will always be grateful.

Thank you for being so thoughtful, so sweet, and so intentional. You don’t just love me, you show me in every possible way—and those letters are a perfect example of how much heart you put into us. I will keep them close to me, not only as memories but as little treasures that hold the love story we’re writing together.

I want you to know that with every letter you’ve given me, my love for you grows even stronger. You make me feel like I’m worth loving, like I’m someone special, and like I belong. I can’t thank you enough for that feeling.

I love you more than words can ever fully capture, but I promise to spend my days showing you just how much you mean to me—just like you do for me.

Forever yours,

💕E

[thesubtleintrovert]

You shattered the barriers I constructed over the years. You entered my domain that I was guarding so fiercely. You caused me to do something I promised I wouldn't; you made me love you. You whispered pretty words, you assured me of more than just the earth, but the cosmos and heavens. And just as I was about to surrender, you departed. You left without explaining why or if I had done something incorrect. You just walked away as if I didn’t deserve any explanation. You destroyed me

[thesubtleintrovert]

Cheating is the most reprehensible, painful, and dishonorable act you can commit against someone you claim to love

[escafeism]

Sabi ko ito na ang huli.  Huling beses na babanggitin ko ang panagalan mo.  Huling beses titingnan ang mga litrato mo.  Huling beses babalikan ang mga pinagsamahan natin. 

Huling tingnin sa litrato mo.  Ang mga mata mong nangungusap.  Ang ngiti mong napakalambing.  Naalala ko pa noon, pinagdasal ko na sana; Ang mga mata iyan, sa akin naka-tingin.  Ang mga labing iyan, sa akin naka dampi. 

Huling pagbalik tanaw ko sa ating dalawa.  Noon tayo’y masaya.  Bakit bigla kang nagsawa? 

Huling bangit sa pangalan mo.  Dahil pilit mo kinakalimutan ang pait na ito.  Ang mga bagay na nais ko pang ibalik, Ngayon huling beses kong gagawin. 

[thesubtleintrovert]

you said you’d call like last week, like every week and i waited i waited until my eyes burned until the dark filled my room and your name never appeared i told you months ago how much i felt you said it wasn’t the right time so i waited because waiting felt safer than losing you i sent messages long paragraphs, everything spilling out and you replied two short sentences polite, careful, respectful enough to keep me close but never yours enough to make me hope enough to keep me on the edge of wanting more you initiate conversations once a week then disappear in the middle leaving me to wait another day, maybe two pretending i understood pretending i didn’t feel blue buying silence in the name of peace i sent confessions questions i barely had answers for they sat there, unread so i deleted them lied to myself but of course you knew and you didn’t ask why i want to understand you more than i want to be understood i don’t want to lose you because i feel too much or because i can’t read you right maybe i lack years maybe i lack patience too raw, too exposed too willing to hold space for something unsure but until when should i wait for texts that come late for calls that don’t come at all for you to meet me somewhere between wanting me and honest enough to set me free

[thesubtleintrovert]

September 11, 2025 2:47 PM It’s too quiet without you.

My Love,

I don’t even know how to begin this letter. I’ve started it a dozen times today, writing and erasing, trying to find the right words that might reach your heart—if you still care to listen.

Maybe this is just a scream into the void. Maybe you won’t even read this. But I need to say it anyway. I need you to know.

I miss you in a way that I don’t have language for. It’s not just your name on my tongue or your face in my memory—it’s in every part of me. I miss you in my bones. In the moments I laugh and feel guilty because you're not here to hear it. In the moments I cry and realize I have no one to turn to—not even you anymore.

This silence between us... it’s unbearable. It's heavy. Suffocating. It feels like I'm standing at the edge of something beautiful we built together, and I’m watching it crumble in slow motion. And you’re not reaching for me. You’re not saying anything.

Why won’t you talk to me?

What happened to us, Love?

I keep playing it all back. The beginning. The laughter. The endless conversations that stretched into 4AM. The way we discovered the world together—on your bike, on those long drives with no destination, only a shared feeling of being alive. You’d glance at me while riding, just for a second, and I could feel how much you loved me in that one look. Do you still remember?

I do.

I remember every single “first” we had. Our first night out. Our first road trip. Our first time getting lost but not caring because being with you felt like the only place I needed to be. The way your hand would find mine across the seat. The way we’d play songs we both loved and yell the lyrics like idiots, windows down, hair messy, hearts full.

We had our own little world. One made of adventure, of chaos, of softness, and safety. And now, I don’t know where that world went.

I ache for those days. For the version of us that wasn’t afraid to fight for each other, not against each other.

I keep asking myself—was it me? Was I too much? Too emotional? Too stubborn? Did I push you away when I was only trying to hold you close?

I can’t stop wondering if you’ve already moved on. If someone else is hearing your laughter now. If someone else is riding behind you, arms around your waist, where mine used to be.

That thought shatters me.

But even worse is the possibility that you're out there, hurting too, and we’re both too damn proud or scared to say it. What a tragedy that would be—to love each other this deeply and let silence be the thing that ends it.

I don’t want to lose you Love. Not like this. Not to this emptiness. I would rather bleed honesty and vulnerability than live with regret.

I still believe in us. I do. Even if I shouldn't. Even if my friends tell me to move on. Even if the logical part of me is tired of waiting. My heart is still yours, stubbornly and completely.

I want us back—not to how we were, but something even better. Something healed. Something softer. Something sacred. I want to talk. I want to cry with you. I want to scream and then hold each other like we always did after a fight.

I want your voice. Your honesty. Your eyes looking into mine again and telling me the truth. Even if it’s hard.

Please… talk to me. Say something. Anything. Let me in. Let me fight for us—with you, not alone.

I’ll carry this love until you tell me to put it down.

But until then… I’ll be right here. Still loving you. Still hoping. Still remembering every first, every mile, every heartbeat we shared.

Still yours. Always yours. Forever if you let me.

💕E

[thesubtleintrovert]

September 10, 2025 06:46 PM Somewhere between memories and missing you

Dear Love, Tonight, I find myself wide awake again, staring at the ceiling in the dark, haunted by every version of us—the us we were, the us we dreamed of becoming, and the quiet space where you used to be beside me. I miss you. More than those three words can ever stretch to hold. Every part of me aches—not just for your touch or your voice, but for us. For the way we used to know each other, without needing to ask. For the spark in your eyes when I said something stupid. For the way our hands always found each other, even in silence. Do you remember our first motor ride together? The wind, the music in our ears, the way I wrapped my arms around your waist like I’d never let go—because I didn’t want to. We weren’t just moving forward on a road. We were flying, Love. Every ride was freedom with you. Every road trip, no matter how long, felt like home because you were the destination. We had no map. Just your laughter, my heartbeat, and that wild belief that love could get us anywhere. And it did. It took us through sunrises, late-night drives under a million stars, cheap meals that tasted like heaven because we were together, and all the “firsts” we never saw coming: Our first fight. Our first kiss that melted it all away. Our first "I love you." Our first night we didn't sleep—because we just talked. I remember it all. Every detail. Every stupid inside joke. Every time you looked at me like I was the only person in the world you ever wanted. And now? Now I live inside that space where your messages don’t come through, where your silence is louder than traffic, louder than rain, louder than my own thoughts at 3AM. And I’m scared. Scared we’re losing something too rare, too real, too us. I keep replaying the last things we said, wondering what I could’ve said differently. Wondering if you're thinking about me, too. If you miss my voice. If you miss us. I’m desperate to talk. Not to argue. Not to blame. Just to speak—to hear you. To tell you how much I still believe in this. In you. In us. We’ve been through so much. And if we could ride through every highway, every storm, every uncertain turn—why can’t we find our way back now? Please, Love. Let’s not let silence be the end of our story. Let’s rewrite this chapter. Let’s come back, not to how things were—but to something better, something wiser, something stronger. I’ll wait. As long as it takes. But please, meet me halfway. I’m right here with my heart wide open. Bruised, but still yours. Always yours, 💕E

[thesubtleintrovert]

JULY 2025 | WEDDING EVENT

📅 Date: July 25, 2025 📍 Location: Immaculate Heart of Mary Parish, Antipolo 💍 Event: Gian and Noll's Wedding Celebration

Today, We had the joy of witnessing a beautiful union unfold at the Immaculate Heart of Mary Parish in Antipolo — a place as serene and sacred as the love it celebrated.

As we arrived at the church, tucked in the peaceful hills of Antipolo, the atmosphere already felt magical. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting soft rays over the church grounds, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh flowers and anticipation. It was the perfect setting for a sacred beginning.

The moment the bride walked down the aisle — glowing, graceful, and beaming with emotion — the entire church seemed to hold its breath. The groom, waiting at the altar, looked completely in awe. It was such a pure, vulnerable moment — one that said more than a thousand vows could.

The ceremony was heartfelt and sincere. The priest spoke about love as a choice — not just a feeling — and about the importance of choosing each other, every day, in both joy and in difficulty. It was a beautiful reminder of what real commitment looks like in a world that sometimes forgets.

The Mass was made even more special by the music, the soft voices of the choir echoing through the arches of the church. Everything felt so intentional, so full of grace.

After the ceremony, we took some time outside the parish for photos. With the beautiful stone façade of the church and the greenery all around us, it felt almost like we had stepped into a postcard. Everyone was smiling, hugging, and sharing stories — the kind of atmosphere that only love can bring out in people.

The celebration continued at the reception (which was equally joyful), but what stayed with me most was that moment inside the church — where two people stood before God, family, and friends, and promised forever.

Reflection: Attending this wedding reminded me of how powerful love can be when it’s rooted in faith, honesty, and intention. Life moves fast, and sometimes we forget the beauty of slowing down to celebrate something sacred. Today was a pause — a beautiful, reverent pause — and I’m grateful I got to be a part of it.

[thesubtleintrovert]

JULY 2025 | TRIPLE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

📅 Date: July 26 - 27, 2025 📍 Location: Delsa Mansion Condominium 🎉 Event: Triple Birthday Celebration

Last night was one for the books — a triple birthday bash that turned into one unforgettable, chaotic, and joy-filled night at Delsa Mansion Condominium.

We kicked things off in the early evening, the vibe already buzzing with excitement as everyone arrived one by one, bringing food, drinks, and of course — the energy. With three of our closest friends celebrating their birthdays, we knew this wasn’t going to be an ordinary get-together. And it definitely wasn’t.

The drinks started flowing early — a mix of mojito, red horse and alfonso made its way to the table. It didn’t take long before the laughter started echoing through the condo. We drank the night away, but not just to get tipsy — we drank to celebrate life, friendship, and the amazing bond that’s grown between all of us.

🎤 At one point, the karaoke mic made its grand entrance — and from there, it was pure madness. From power ballads to nostalgic 2000s hits, we sang our hearts out like nobody was listening (but unfortunately for the neighbors, they definitely were). Some of the performances were actually decent… and some were just gloriously off-key, which somehow made them even better.

But the real highlight? The drinking card games. Oh my god. From “King’s Cup” to “Never Have I Ever” to that chaotic round of “Drunk Jenga” — we laughed until our stomachs hurt. People were doing dares, revealing embarrassing secrets, and making up ridiculous rules that no one could remember five minutes later. The energy was wild, playful, and absolutely hilarious.

By the end of the night, the room was a mess, our voices were half gone, and a few people had already knocked out on the couch. But more importantly, our hearts were full. It wasn’t just about the booze or the games — it was about celebrating each other, the memories we’ve made, and the comfort of being surrounded by people who feel like home.

Reflection: Nights like these remind me how lucky we are to have each other. Life may be stressful and chaotic at times, but moments like this — full of genuine joy, laughter, and friendship — make it all worth it. Here's to more nights we won't remember with people we'll never forget.