An Appreciation Letter to the Guy Who Helped Me Get Through This

  • You were not there from the start of my college journey and it does not matter anyway. But you came again at my lowest. You were there during the days I thought there was no hope. Those times I thought I could no longer reach my dreams. You were there surprisingly after I failed (literally, huh, not a metaphor) and you were also there when I choose to get up. I don’t know why but you keep on saving me. From depression, nervous breakdown, school matters, etc. Before, I thought our paths crossed again because I will be the one to save you but you have saved me so we ended up saving each other. Remember, Saving Sally? Hahaha. Thank you so much. I don’t know what is the most exaggerated appreciation word but I will just say, YOU ARE AMAZING! Continue to live with you passion. I’m always proud of you even if worst things and goodbyes will happen. I don’t care what other people will say. We never cared about them 7 years ago, right? To more memories with you. 💕
  • PS. This is not a goodbye message. Just an appreciation post.


    A Birthday Letter to the One of the Strongest People I have known


    The day you were born was one of the happiest and unforgettable moments of my life. That day was indeed a blessing in disguise. In fact, we experienced miracle. You are a premature baby. You were supposed to come out on the ninth month but I guess you are too excited that you came out 3 months early. You are only 6 months old in your mommy’s womb yet you survived. I can still remember that there is another premature baby born on that day but did not survive. You are so brave! You are so brave since birth. That’s why you are called “Caryl”. You are our strong little baby- my first ever niece.

    The miracle did not happened once. But it happened twice, thrice, or maybe everyday? Everyday is another day to say, “Thank You Lord for giving us this amazing girl.” You faced health challenges since you were a child but you are strong enough to conquer all of those. Years passed by, I have found out that you are also blessed with talents. You have a nice voice (not like me), you love playing musical instruments and we also have the same interest in books and writing. You already made a story on Wattpad. When I’m at your age, I only know how to write articles and poems but making stories is just so difficult for me to do. Possessing those skills is something any family member of a premature baby can be proud of. You also love being alone and adore silence. Sometimes I thought that you only read books for you to have an excuse to just stay stay in your room and be quite. Well, maybe yes. But hey, I know you are a real bookworm and I’m always excited to ask you what’s the story all about whenever you finished reading a book.

    You also have your own flaws, of course. Nobody’s perfect. And maybe that is the reason why I can say you are a little Charlene. However, I want you to know that everyday is another day to improve ourselves. We are not born with complete months, but we need to prove to everyone that we are capable of doings things like any normal people do. So what if we are forgetful? We can take down notes to remind us. So what if we are sometimes lazy? We can still change for the better. Yes, we are called “moranta” or “maldita”, but I am proud of you because you have a heart that cares. Not all the people can see it, but you are truly amazing. I want you to know that we may not be perfect, but God is a loving and merciful God. He knows all what our heart desires.

    Now that our baby is already an adolescent, I wish you to have stronger shoulders, not lighter burdens. I wish you all the best of the worst, my love. I love you! HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎁

    To my love: Read this whenever you get tired of something.

    You will be my source of words in times which I don’t have anything to write. And I will be the first and the last person to appreciate your films when the whole world rejected your stories. You will be my mentor in music, arts and everything in between whenever I am depressed about something. And I will be your meticulous accountant whenever you wanted to waste all your money. You will be my coffee (comforter) in times I get tired of studying. And I will be the last note on a music sheet everytime you wanna give up with music. You will be the last poem I would make and I will be the last love letter that you will write.

    I know you encountered a lot of problems right now (me too). I just thought this might help you/me. I want you to know that I am always here for you. I am your #1 supporter, your #0 fan. I know better days are coming our efforts will make sense in the end. Success is coming 😍😍😍

    From: Your sweetest love ❤

    A Letter From One of The Few

    July 25,2017

    I am a silent writer. Not overused nor mainstream. Since highschool, I just express my thoughts through poetry, journal and stories (aside from being school publication writer) yet only few had an opportunity to read those. I’m not a good speaker. I can’t even dare to use a microphone while speaking and that no one would observe that I’m fucking nervous. I am not convincing, too. I am good in inspiring no one. I can’t tell you stories face to face nor deliver my poems in a creative way. I’m an outgoing person but I’m afraid to speak to other people. I’m afraid that I might say something inappropriate or people might not be able to get my point, which would really happen most of the time. I’m afraid of making a mistake. So I write. I write because all my thoughts, emotions and even my subconscious are being formed into one piece of shit, lol. Though sometimes they are not well arranged or I have grammar issues, at least I have given the chance to express what I am trying to address. I write because a pen and a paper are my best of friends whenever the world rejected my importance or when people have forgotten my existence. I write but I don’t make noise. I am not one of those people you meet in person or you’ve seen in social media who have a very good vocabulary. I just use simple words. Simple so that the person or people who are intended to read my articles would understand. And I just post them on my blog which only few get to see. I am silent. But I am waiting for the right time that I will not be afraid of telling the whole world my thoughts and ideas. I will break the silence. Soon.

    Here’s to those who call a person “fat”

    May 3, 2017

    (This is only a point of view of 1 person and my words doesn’t reflect the view points of other people. ) 

    People will actually call you “fat” without knowing the reason why.  Though it may be in a form of a joke, but words will really hit them. Some may not be affected in hearing such words but at the end of the day, they can say,  “Tamboka na jud diay nako sa?” Then it will be a root of all insecurities and they might think of themselves as “not good enough persons”.

     Humans,  you really don’t know how it feels like.  You don’t know how it feels to suffer depression and there’s no one to talk to and you think God and foods are your only comforter.  You don’t know how it feels to be awake until midnight because something’s bothering you so you seek for food. When you are trying to be a good student but the pressure is getting higher so you eat a lot of hotdogs or kwek2 or siomai or any foods that will give you comfort.  When you suffered a tragic heartbreak and you think a cup of ice cream might help but damn, the pain is still there. You never know that with your teasing words, they are concealing something. Something that they tried to do just to please you. You never know that some of them want to reduce weight but a piece of cake or two-piece fried chicken are tempting. Some of them may experience the need of exercise but their bodies are not that cooperative and the gravity is high every morning.  When you want to eat less but 2 boxes of pizza given by your boyfriend/girlfriend is very difficult to reject. 

    Now, people,  don’t call a person “fat” over and over again because they already know that. Maybe  a simple “How are you?” can make a difference or supporting them is a great help too. Now, I am writing this to inform you all that if you want that person to lose weight, do something instead of teasing them or calling them with that name.  Because in the first place,  they don’t need your opinion. 

    PS.  I am sorry for posting this. 

    A short message to my former adventure buddy. (01.16.17)

    It’s a bit sad to think that we can’t have another adventure together. Time flies so fast and there are drastic changes in our lives which we need to accept. In the end, I am still thankful that for once, you became my travel buddy. Partners in crime, I may say. You are a blessing in disguise. Because of you, I learned how to be true to myself. And because of you, I became stronger. I admit, it’s not easy to continue this journey without you. But I am pretty sure that soon, we can find another adventure buddies whom we can share memories with- more memorable than what we had. I wish you all the best and I am looking forward to see you again. But for now, let’s pretend that our adventures didn’t exist.

    From: Your strong, independent ex-lover.

    Not the Last Goodbye

    12.22.16 (While I’m watching you play your fave game.)

    Your actions have told me that I need to go
    But staring at your eyes make me want to stay in your arms
    And it may look that I’m just a nuance to you
    Yet I still choose to try fixing our broken hearts

    I know I’m such a hard headed stupid girl
    Coz things like this is likely to end
    Now I’m insane and loving this misery
    I’m insanely hoping that this will turn into fantasy

    A friend once told me that our situation is a loop
    No matter how I try to leave, this is endless
    Coz everytime I look at you, it gives me hope
    Now I’m doing crazy things, foolishness

    This poem is so vague and nonsense
    Coz I don’t know what I’m trying to imply
    All I know that if I’ll leave, fate will pull us closer
    And so our story has an endless goodbye

    I can’t end this poetry
    I can’t leave a dot
    For words can’t express exactly what I’m supposed to tell
    And this is not the last farewell

    Loudest Silence (Sonnet 9.30.16)

    Too many questions left unanswered
    Sheltered feelings and words unspoken
    Silent room yet your voice can’t be heard
    You said the final word then my heart was broken

    My sight is blur and heart’s beating faster
    Like the world is shattered for a second
    Pellucid words but I pretend it’s obscure thereafter
    So I don’t say a word and I reach for your hand

    I just clench and hold it so tight
    But you let it go now I cried for plea
    You are fully decided and I won’t fight
    Then you walk away without looking back at me

    I’m in a misery, I cannot lie
    When you say to me that hurtful goodbye

    An open letter to the guy from the past. (10.14.16)

    I don’t know what to write coz words aren’t enough to speak what I feel deep inside. But I’m also afraid that I might not be able to say what I am supposed to tell. I keep on asking why after all these years, I found myself having the same feeling on the same person. You may think it’s so odd to hear or maybe you can say it’s a lie. Okay, let’s just pretend that it is.

    You see, I’m the girl from the past who keep on coming back. No matter what the situation is and even though we tried so hard to be apart, I still ended up loving (that’s the word) you. And I know love is such a shitty word for you now. I did try to leave, I did try not to care. But everytime I see you from afar, my heart will beat so fast and there’s a feeling that I don’t even understand. Memories with you will still haunt me. And everytime I recall our beautiful (your description) story, I keep on asking if what we have was real. I keep on wondering if we have the same feelings. I want to know if you treasured those sweet little memories. If you’re happy that I became part of your life. And I also want to know if your love for me was real. But I’m afraid to ask, I’m afraid to know the truth.

    You keep on asking why out of hundreds of guys that I met, it’s always you afterall. You keep on saying the world is against us but why I still risk something just for you. Simply because what I feel for you is unique. I don’t know what’s with you but you really caught me off guard. Everytime you listen to my nonsense topic & hold my sweaty hands when I’m scared, I have considered you as my bestfriend. You always make me calm whenever I get paranoid and you would always notice the changes of my appearance everyday. But what I love the most is you make me smile and laugh effortlessly. Now those are just memories. We were young back then and now we grew up. We know that things like that won’t happen in the real world right now. But you know what? The remnants from the past will always remain in my heart and I hope we feel the same. That even if the future is unclear, whether we’ll meet again by fate or remain strangers (like what we are now), we knew that what we have is extraordinary and different from the other stories. And for that, I am forever grateful.

    “Maybe there is something about the past for we keep on coming back (and eventually destined to fall apart). Maybe I just miss the feeling. Or maybe, just maybe, I want to live there forever.”

    The One You Left Behind (Aug. 2015)

    (Made a sonnet out from a picture during our Lit1 class.)

    Here I am alone and still waiting
    Wishing you to come back and save
    Me from this trap. Now I’m tired of crying,
    I can’t forget you for I ain’t that brave

    The sea is calm right here
    Its alluring ripples amazed me still
    Oh my love, are you starring right there?
    My heart is too empty that you need to fill

    How I wish your love is like a ship
    Even if you leave and went to another place,
    You’ll still be back to fix this relationship
    And save me with your sweet embrace

    Now tell me, is it my fault to love you?
    When in fact you are the one who is untrue