Pancit Canton :
It’s been a year since you left, and I always thought you would stay by my side forever. But when you left me, I was angry, lost, and I became someone I promised myself I would never be. I tried to forget you, tried to act like you never mattered, but no matter how much time passes, you still cross my mind.
I still think about our little fights over the smallest things, the moments that seemed so meaningless back then but now feel priceless to me. I miss your laugh, your voice, the way you understood me without me needing to explain myself. But more than anything, I miss your presence. Just knowing you were there made everything feel lighter.
Now everything is different. You found someone else, someone probably better than me, someone who can give you the things I couldn’t. And maybe that’s what hurts the most — knowing that while I’m still holding onto memories, you’ve already started building new ones with someone else.
Sometimes I wonder if you ever think about me the way I think about you. If certain songs still remind you of us, or if you ever reread old messages late at night when nobody’s around. Because I do. More than I should.
A part of me wants to hate you for leaving, but another part of me is still grateful that you existed in my life at all. You taught me what love felt like, but also what losing someone truly means. And maybe that’s the cruel thing about love — even when it ends, the feelings don’t disappear overnight. They stay, quietly, in the corners of your mind, showing up when you least expect them.
I won’t lie and say I’m completely over you, because I’m not. Some days I feel fine, and other days your memory hits me like a wave I can’t escape. But I’m learning that missing someone doesn’t always mean they’re meant to come back. Sometimes people become memories, even if they once felt like home.
2026-06-07 11:52:17