Just tell me if you want me out of your life, sir.

Nonverbals won’t do it.

Do you know what triggered me to telling you how I feel? Kasi ang sakit sakit na. The emotional rollercoaster is actually recorded here in this blog. I was—am—so hurt, that the best possible way of ending the pain is to tell you that I care. It felt good for quite a while.

Little did I know that the pain could only get worse. It’s more painful when you know that the other person is aware that you are hurting, but he still does it. Oo nga naman. Sino nga ba naman kasi ako. Kapal naman ng mukha kong mag-isip na may pag-asa pa ako.

Ang bobo lang. Sobrang bobo lang talaga. That was the most irrational thing that I have done so far.

And yet, it’s the bravest.

You know that I love you. You know that I love you enough that I can let you go if that would make you happy. You know that I’m willing to endure heartbreak just to be with you, even if it’s not the way we wanted us to be. You know that I can wait for you.

But I can’t do those forever. And yet I don’t want you to be just another bad memory. I don’t want you to be just another wrong person.

I know there’s no better way of doing this.

"If it doesn't break your heart, it isn't love. If it doesn't break your heart, it's not enough. It's when you're breaking down with your insides coming out, that's when you know what your heart is made of..." 

--Switchfoot, Yet

And you know you haven't lost me yet.