Seventeen

Monday, January 17, 2011

10:12 PM

My dearest Popol,

Today I found myself fantasising about what could have been, where we would be now if we hadn't broken up. Do you think we would have ended up living here in the apartment in Makati? Would we have stayed in Paragon, found a unit of our own?

Certainly, I would be happier, no matter where we ended up, as long as I got to end up there with you.

I know it's pointless, asking the what ifs. What happened, happened. And I believe we both learned A LOT from it. I learned about what was non-negotiable to me, about my deal-breakers, about what parts in a relationship I couldn't accept. But I also learned that not being with you, trying to convinve myself that I'd be fine without you, was the hardest thing I tried to do. I don’t believe I cried as much as I did at any other point in my life before. I hope I never have to again.

But please know this, every tear I cried, I cried for you. And still I remain,

Yours.