There was a time
I wore independence
like armor.
Held everything carefully
within my own two hands,
convinced softness
was something people earned
only after surviving enough pain.
So I became good at surviving.
Good at carrying heavy things quietly.
Good at pretending
loneliness was strength
just because I could endure it.
And then life changed
slowly, gently—
the way morning light
fills a room without asking permission.
Now I wake up beside someone
who loves me in ordinary ways.
In the way he remembers
the things I forget.
In the way he reaches for my hand
without thinking about it.
In the way he notices when I’m not okay
before I even say a word,
and listens to me talk
about small, ordinary things
as if they matter deeply.
And maybe that is love—
not grand gestures,
not the loudness of passion,
but being chosen
in a hundred quiet moments
over and over again.
Now there is another heartbeat
growing beneath mine.
A tiny life
being built from tenderness.
Sometimes he rests his hand
against my stomach
with this careful kind of wonder,
like he already understands
that love is also responsibility,
also protection,
also prayer.
And I think about
the version of me
who believed she had to carry
the whole world alone.
I wish she knew
that one day
she would find a love
that does not take away her strength,
but gives her somewhere safe
to finally set it down.
So if I seem softer now,
it is not because life became easier.
It is because
I am finally loved
in the way I once needed most.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 4:01 AM UTC
Sometimes love isn’t loud.
It doesn’t always arrive with flowers,
or surprise visits,
or hours spent side by side.
Sometimes,
it’s in the late replies that still feel warm.
In the tired voice that still says “I love you.”
In the silence that doesn’t feel empty
because we know—deep down—we’re still choosing each other.
It’s in a random meme sent at 2AM,
just to say, “I saw this and thought of you.”
In a soft “pagod ako,”
not as a complaint, but as a quiet letting in—
letting me be part of your exhaustion.
It’s in the everyday check-ins:
“kumain ka na?”
“nakauwi ka na ba?”
Not just questions,
but little reminders that say:
I care. I’m with you. Even from far away.
It’s in the way we stretch time,
make space,
find light in the middle of our chaos.
In the way you pause your busy day
just to make me feel remembered.
Love, for us,
isn’t always about presence—
it’s about intention.
It’s about showing up
in small, quiet ways
that matter more than anyone else sees.
We’re not always available.
But we’re always trying.
And that trying,
that choosing,
even in between work, sleep, and everything in between—
that’s where love lives.
Because even when we don’t say much,
even when we’re tired, busy,
or miles apart—
I still feel you.
And somehow,
that’s more than enough.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 11:47 PM UTC
She peeled her oranges today,
actually for years,
but this isn’t about oranges.
She holds things together,
piece by piece, peel by peel,
grown used to her hands
and the strength they reveal,
but this isn’t about oranges.
It feels strange when another
reaches out, offers to peel,
to see past the layers,
the parts that are real,
but this isn’t about oranges.
She learns self-reliance,
but maybe it’s true,
that letting someone help
doesn’t make her less, but new,
and again, this isn’t about oranges.
So here’s to the balance,
to peeling her own,
yet knowing it’s okay
not to do it alone.
Because, in the end,
this isn’t just about oranges.
Nov 3, 2024
Nov 3, 2024 at 9:33 AM UTC
She often wonders when love will arrive, when her heart will truly come alive. She dreams of a gentle day where she becomes the keeper of someone's heart.
She imagines being the star in someone's sky, the reason behind their every smile. She looks forward to a bright, kind day when she becomes the sparkle in someone's eye.
For now, she walks alone, dreaming of a love she's never known. In the quiet moments, hope whispers that one day, love will guide her way.
Believing in Qadr comforts her. It reminds her that her journey has a purpose. Until then, she trusts her love is written in the stars.
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 11:44 AM UTC
Dive into the unknown, no fear in sight
I dive into the mysteries, fueling my fire
No room for regrets, no doubts restrain
For in these daring acts, I come to see
Wisdom blooms, boundless and bright.
Aug 14, 2023
Aug 14, 2023 at 3:04 PM UTC
i’m so used of not being good enough that’s why i push everyone away,
i don’t want to ever go through with it—pushing people away,
but it’s my insecurity whispering in my ears to push them away.
when will this end?
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 2:02 PM UTC
despite the danger ahead of them,
they still choose to—
risk their lives to make sure others are breathing.
stay outside of their homes to comfort the distressed.
work tirelessly to serve the vulnerable who needs their service.
to the frontliners,
we sincerely appreciate your heroism.
we are grateful for all that you do
for our country.
we are in awe of your selfless service.
you are indeed our heroes.
the world needs more people like you.
thank you for existing.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 1:42 AM UTC
I saw everything in my
peripheral vision.
You glanced, you stared,
you even smiled.
I said "Hi" inside my head.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:13 AM UTC
to our forefathers;
who fought for our rights for golden years
who bled for peace even before we were born
who screamed for our freedom for decades
who died and dedicated their lives for the future and welfare of the Bangsa,
THANK YOU.
the tears of the mothers, the widows and the orphans will now turn into joy
the flowers will bloom in the battleground of the blood and sweat of the Mujahideen
the scars of the bullet wound from the past will now heal
to the survivors who continued the fight;
the war is over, you can now rest and start over.
no more running, no more hiding.
you can now take the streets and dance with your grandchildren without worries.
no more guns to carry, only pens to write new beginnings
this time, a beautiful one.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
To the inspired.
To the believers.
To the soul searchers.
To those who never gave up.
To those struggling but puts a smile to brighten up others day.
To those who still believes in love despite the bitterness in this world.
To everyone who sees beauty in the chaos.
To everyone who fought for the rights of others.
To everyone who sheltered the homeless and the poor.
To everyone who accepts everyone despite the color, differences and faith.
To you,
Thank you. Cheers.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC