@annafuckingbasile: i would not only like to thank god, but jesus him self for letting me discover this song. #fyp #foryou

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#pov : Meeting him felt like fate—out of countless stars in the sky, ours aligned and led him to me. Pero paano kung hindi kayo pareho ng plano para sa future? Do you compromise, or do you sacrifice? And if neither is enough, do you break up? Yes. I think, yes. I take one last look around the room—every corner filled with our memories. My maleta is packed. I’m ready to leave. I’m just waiting for him. Jeo. Matagal na rin simula nang huli kaming nag-usap. We’ve been avoiding the inevitable, pretending we’re fine while knowing we’re falling apart. I told him over the phone last week that I was moving to a new place—somewhere far from the space we once shared, far from the echoes of us. And, like always, he insisted on helping me. One last time. A chance to talk. A chance to say goodbye.
#pov : Meeting him felt like fate—out of countless stars in the sky, ours aligned and led him to me. Pero paano kung hindi kayo pareho ng plano para sa future? Do you compromise, or do you sacrifice? And if neither is enough, do you break up? Yes. I think, yes. I take one last look around the room—every corner filled with our memories. My maleta is packed. I’m ready to leave. I’m just waiting for him. Jeo. Matagal na rin simula nang huli kaming nag-usap. We’ve been avoiding the inevitable, pretending we’re fine while knowing we’re falling apart. I told him over the phone last week that I was moving to a new place—somewhere far from the space we once shared, far from the echoes of us. And, like always, he insisted on helping me. One last time. A chance to talk. A chance to say goodbye. "Wala ka nang naiwan?" His voice is careful, almost hesitant. I see him from my peripheral vision, pero hindi ko kayang lingunin. Instead, I just shake my head. Nasa loob kami ngayon ng Hilux, habang nasa backseat ang isang maleta at bag ko—puro damit lang ang laman. We’re all set, ready to leave. But he still hasn’t started the car. I turn to him. "Kailangan nating mag-usap," he says, his eyes locked on mine. I swallow hard, my grip tightening on my lap. "I know." He doesn’t look away, searching—maybe for an answer, maybe for a reason to hold on a little longer. But there’s nothing left to say that can change how this ends. With a deep breath, he exhales and starts the engine. I watch through the side mirror as we move further and further away—from what we had. Naramdaman ko ang luhang nagbadyang tumulo, pero pinigilan ko. He called my name, his eyes on the road. "Pinag-isipan ko... maybe with time, magbabago rin isip ko." Napapikit ako. Gusto kong maniwala, pero alam kong hindi dapat. "No..." I whispered, shaking my head. "You won't. After all, it's our future we're talking about." Jeo dreams of having kids. I don’t. And love, no matter how deep, can’t bridge a dream we never shared. Love is built on compromise, not sacrifice. And in our case, even sacrifice wouldn’t be enough—it would only lead to resentment in the end. And I’d rather lose him than have him resent me for not giving him the life and future he deserves. Because I know neither of us will change our minds. "Ayokong mawala ka," his voice breaks, and I feel the car slow down. I don’t dare look, but I know—he’s crying. I fix my gaze outside the window, watching the world blur past—anything to avoid the pain in his eyes. "You deserve to love your own kids, just like how you love your brothers and sister. And I deserve to live without the weight of expectation." "Mahal kita," he says in between sobs. Hindi ko na rin napigilan ang umiyak. "Mahal din naman kita, kaso..." "Hindi sapat na mahal lang natin ang isa't isa..." he continues, his voice breaking. And that was the cruelest truth of all. Silence filled the space between us, the weight of our reality finally sinking in. This was really the end. We let the quiet linger, giving each other time to breathe—to steady the storm raging within. "Nagpaalam ka na ba kay Dongdong?" he suddenly asks, his voice calmer now, though traces of his earlier tears still linger. "Yes, kahapon." He glances at me briefly, as if wondering why he hadn’t known. "You were asleep," I add softly. And just like that, it was over. We ended on a random Tuesday afternoon, under a sky that felt just as heavy as our hearts, as if the world itself was holding its breath. It wasn’t messy. Just two souls in a moving car. Walang sigawan, walang sakitan—well, at least not physically. After all, we both knew it was coming. Sooner or later, we were bound to end. At least, for a moment, I got to know what it felt like to be loved by Jeo. But at the same time, it hurts—to meet someone like him, only to realize we were never meant to last. #jeo #jeoong #jeremiahong #ongfam #fyp #agith #masid #kamaganak #jeremiahemmanuelong #pov #au #agith🌴🏝️ #oneshot

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