there’s a different kind of pain in being unseen by someone you truly see
I genuinely thought I was finally okay.
Like maybe all the hurt from before had already passed through me quietly, little by little, hanggang sa naging manhid na lang ako sa idea ng love.
Kasi before, I settle.
I liked people just enough to stay, just enough to feel something, but never enough to fully break me.
Then I met someone I truly liked.
The kind that makes your days softer. The kind that makes you want to become gentler, calmer, better. For once, it didn’t feel forced. Hindi pilit. Hindi boredom. Hindi loneliness disguised as affection.
I was genuinely happy.
But I guess that’s where the pain started too.
Because for the first time in my life, I craved to be chosen by someone. To be liked back in the same quiet, sincere way I liked them.
And it hurts knowing I could’ve loved him carefully.
I know I would never do to him what his past did to him. I know I would’ve handled his heart gently.
But none of that really matters when you’re simply not the person they want.
Ang sakit pala no?
To finally feel something real, only to realize you’ll experience it alone.