Hello Manila, I’ve missed you quite terribly.
Walking inside my condo was a total time wrap for me.
Before I left for the United States, I packed all my things in boxes and had them safely stored. I was only going to be gone for a year and during the time I was away, I never really thought about the things I left behind. I left many possessions that were not essential to living, things that I can leave behind and know that when I return, it will be all there, waiting for me.
And they did wait for me.
But you didn’t. #HUGOT
I should have stored you in a box and kept you safe for a year. But no, I’m not a psycho maniac (ex) girlfriend that could do that to you. I respected your freedom as you did with mine. Trusted each other’s words when we said our farewell for now at the airport. Believed that our love for each other will keep us together despite the distance.
I never have thought that all the memories we shared, will be forever locked away to a place unknown and that there’s now way of retrieving it back. 2 years, 7 months and 27 days worth of memories. Gone. Slipped out of our hearts.
But I don’t just look at it that way. Yes, our break up was a massive black hole that sucked out the life in me but it was also a great way for me to discover more about myself, to know what I truly deserve and experience life at its greatest. In other terms, it was a wake up call, at the perfect time.
No regrets though, as being with you were the best days of my life… So far.
It took some time for me to realize that we were never really destined for each other. That initially God’s will was for us to last only this long. That our relationship was merely a step for a much better relationship that is upon us. But this time, not with each other.
Happy thoughts,
