I feel bored.... let's do some flashbacks πΈ I used to think love comes like a movie scene — fast, dramatic, with background music playing. But with Eunice, it came quietly, slowly. Like a song you didn’t know you loved until you realized you’ve had it on repeat for years. We started off as just friends. Not the fake "just friends" people say when they're secretly dating — real friends. She laughed at my jokes (even when they weren’t funny, maybe it was funny, I don't know), teased me like we were in a Tom and Jerry episode, and somehow always made me feel seen. She used to call me Edwardo back then — don’t ask me why, but hearing her say it made me feel like a Spanish prince or something. I won’t lie, I waited for her texts like salary. Hanging out with her was the best part of my day, and every time we said goodbye, I’d start counting down till the next time I’d see her. But I kept quiet. I didn’t want to lose the friendship. I’d already fallen, but she didn’t...
Writing about love is like telling a story. It’s about sharing what’s in your heart and putting it into words. Love can be tricky; it makes us brave enough to speak up, but it can also hurt when the person we care about doesn’t feel the same way as we do. In this post, we’ll talk about how love is a mix of happy and sad moments, and how sometimes, e ven when we have to let go, love doesn’t really leave us. "Letting go" of someone we love is hard; it means being brave to accept the pain of losing someone you still care about deeply. Rejection hurts, leaving scars and pain that don't easily fade away. Like they say "Love completes a person", however, this same love also breaks a person too". Thinking about this deeply, this explains the dual nature of this profound emotion. We find ourselves immersed in a paradox where the very thing that brings us solace and joy can also be the same exact thing that inflicts the deepest wounds in our hearts, and in the c...