If someone truly loves you, they will communicate.
And if they don't, you walk away.
Because if he wanted to, he would. But in my case, things were different. A year ago, he said he was leaving for Manila, just for a week. But he never came back.
Now, as I sit beneath the night sky, I wonder: “In this quiet and beautiful world, does he still think of me?”
Since the day he left CDO, I haven't heard a word from him. Not a single message. Not even a goodbye.
It hurts, because before all that happened, we confessed our feelings. We were okay. He liked me, and I liked him back.
But now I realize... feelings fade.
I used to think it was just infatuation. But if that were true, why am I still thinking of him, every single night? There wasn’t a night that passed when I didn’t think about all the ‘what ifs.’ So many questions still circle in my mind.
And it's almost laughable—how I kept lying to my friends, pretending I've moved on... when the truth is, I never did.
Thinking of him every day feels like drinking poison. But it's the only poison I willingly take, again and again. Sometimes, I think maybe something bad happened. Maybe there was a reason he couldn’t send a message.
But if he truly cared, if he really meant what he said, he should've at least reached out. He should've explained.
That’s why I know he didn’t really love me. He never did. And worst of all, he didn’t respect me.
As I trace the constellations with my eyes, one truth becomes clear: To him, I was just... temporary.
And to me, he was everything.