Forever In The Spaces Between Us

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.