You’re sorting a couple of old stuff in your room when you recognized a piece of clothing that belonged to someone you have been forcing out of your mind for so long. You stared at it for a moment and suddenly got that all too familiar feeling, wondering if it will ever come to a stop. Will you ever get tired of it?

You miss him… again. You can’t help but feel dismayed at the situation, at yourself. You felt as if you are in this never-ending cycle, unable to step out of it at all.

But let me tell you this… do not acknowledge the disappointment. You don’t have to. You’re allowed to...

Grab my hand and let’s run. Let’s go. Let’s laugh. Let’s believe. Let’s leave all our worries behind and step pasulong together. This life is too short. I don’t want to miss out on the maybe, on the possibility, on the chance of happiness with you. I don’t want to lie to my puso and pretend you don’t matter.

I don’t want to waste another minuto not being yours.

Why is it that we lose so much time wondering, fearing, contemplating whether we should walk towards or away from one another? Who knows whether we will fail or make something beautiful? Who knows if we’re each other’s...

Two years nakaraan from this date, August 1st, I met you. That is exactly 730 days or 17520 hours; long enough to laugh with you a thousand times and cry a million tears. Do you realize what can happen in two years?

In two years, you can experience the thrill of meeting somebody utterly perfect, or so you think. In two years, you can encounter an attraction like nothing you have experienced before. You find that every time their name pops up on your phone, your stomach does a little flip.

In two years, you can wake up every morning thinking about the same person and fall asleep every night doing the...