Anong kuentong long-distance relationship mo. Hai ako nga palasi will and this is Will Talks. And I hope you like this episode. Pero ba ago ang lahat? I'm currently live for all those people who are watching this Spotify. Or listening to Spotify. Tulet ng dati, nakarag kort ulito dito sa TikTok. So, if anyone is wondering right now, kung baharit, bigla bigla ako kung makaosap ng tao, naka sabo only chat kasi ako sa TikTok ngayon. So, forgive me na agad Spotify people. Pero, saan ang magustuhan niyatong episode na to. This is a part 2. Ang episode goon ang daming. Ang daming ng nag-re-request agad ng part 2 niitod dati. Pero yung nga, mea jogi nulangasit na yan ng time before. Pero now we're here. Ayon, thank you sir yina for subscribing. Thank you sa mga nag-susumscribe sa atin dito sa TikTok. Hatayon. Alam ko na mention ko dati sa. sa previews episode ko. Na. Being in a LDR relationship. LDR relationship. Long distance relationship relationship. Long being in a LDR. Takes a lot of courage. Sabi ko nga. Ani ang sabi ko atanong college ako ang hais ko lang. Pang anayon ni. Pang super hero. Kasi. Not everyone can do it. Not everyone. Can. Can love someone yung kaya nilang mahalin yung tao. Nang. Nginilang madalas na kakausap. Madalang nilang makausap. Madalang nilang makita. Lalu na, kung yung LDR niyo, makaibakayon ng time zone. I mean. Yung umagajan, gabidun. And such. Hindi siya pombas tabasta. Thank you, Jay, for the Mishka variant. And by the way, happy birthday. Is it still your birthday? No, yesterday. Related happy birthday. So. We have. Stories again to read. Kung anong kuentong long distance relationship niyo. Again, hindi ko pan nabobasatong mga kuentong nato. My 2 PAs. Chose this stories. Nasinin sa. Sa email ko. Letter to
[email protected]. Again. So. Start man natin. Game. Tiktok, pips, you game. Shempre, atong Spotify peeps habang pinapanod nila to. Shempre, wala na manzilan choice, kundi maging game. Kayo mga nakasap, dito sa alain. Game. So this is story number one. And this person said. Hi Will. This is Nathan. And I would like to share my story about LDR. I don't know if this will get picked or not. But if it, but if it get picked, I'm grateful. I met her on a random weekend in Baggyo. It wasn't fate. It wasn't even planned. I was there for work. A short shoot that ended earlier than expected. And she was with her cousins for a quick escape from manila. We ended up in the same bar. Sipping warm drinks, both avoiding the cold in our own ways. I sat two stools away. She sneezed, I handed her a tissue. She laughed and said, "That's the nicest way someone's flirted with me today." That's how it started. Just one conversation. Just one night. But somehow, it stretched into weeks. The months that turned into years and before I even realized it. I was planning my schedule around hers. Booking buses more than a booked sleep, finding ways to close the gap between where I lived and where she was. She was from a coastal town, hours away from mine. Not exactly impossible. But not exactly easy. We did not see each other every day, sometimes not even every week. But when we did, God. It felt like the universe slowed down. We made rituals out of the distance. We'd meet in new places, in new places each time. Ilo Ilo, Batangas, Panggacinan. Always halfway. Always somewhere unfamiliar. So it could be ours. We'd hold hands, walking through markets. Each street food argue about which milk tea was better. We'd fall asleep in hotel rooms with the TV still playing. Wrap around each other like the world outside did not exist. She once wrote me a letter. I hate the waiting. But I love the wanting. Because it means I still want you. Every day. I kept it in my wallet. Read it when I missed her voice. And down the days to our next visit. Circle week ends on the calendar. Send voice messages of good morning. And I miss you. And sometimes just the sound of the rain outside. She became my peace. My pause. The reason I looked forward to something again. And I started noticing it in the way we spoke less. How our video calls became shorter. Less smiles. More silence. How she started replying later saying sorry. Busy. More often. There was one visit. The last. Though I didn't know it yet. Where we sat across each other at a small dinner. She kept checking her phone. Barely touched her food. I asked. "Okay, Kalang." She said yet. "Pagod lang." But I knew that kind of tired. It was the kind you didn't sleep off. It was the kind that meant something inside you was changing. That night, in our room, we didn't cuddle. She turned away. I stayed still. And in the dark, I whispered. I whispered. And she looked into my eyes and answered. I didn't know I whispered. And after that, we just stared at each other. Not knowing what to say next. And it wasn't the distance that broke us. It was the time between the waiting. The hours we used to fill with laughter became gaps. We didn't know how to close. You were still you. I was still me. But the us, who started strong, who started with lots of memories and love. Now it started to fade. Somewhere between good intentions. And broken promises. After that trip, the messages became fewer. Calls came only when I called first. I tried to fight for us. Booked another trip. Tried to surprise her. But she wasn't home. Her mom said she left for Manila. Didn't say when she'd be back. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into the kind of silence that even music couldn't fix. And then, one night, I saw a post. She was with someone new. Different smile. The same girl I once loved. But I didn't know the name of his new guy. But he had his arm around her like, she was his home now. And she didn't look like she missed anyone. I know the name of her childhood dog. I know the brand of lotion she used because her scent stuck to my clothes for days. I know how she'd cry at cheesy commercials and pretend it was just her allergies. I know her favorite movie. The one she always fell asleep to halfway in. I know she liked her rice. Slightly dry, not too soft. I know her laugh. Her real one. The one that cracked in the middle. I know her. Or at least I know her. Now, she's just a stranger with my secrets. And I'm just someone who shows up in her memories. If, at all. She did not leave with drama. No good bi-text. No final call. Just a slow fading. The kind that hurts even more because there's nothing to hold on to. No moment to point to and say, this, this is when she stopped loving me. She just stopped. I still travel sometimes. Still pass by the places we made hours. I still check my phone when I'm in her town like maybe. Just maybe. She'll remember. But love that fades slowly is the hardest to grieve. Because it doesn't scream. It just slips. And now she's somewhere out there. Still in the same country. Under the same sky. But miles away from me in every other way. So thank you for loving me. My Catherine. Thank you for the memories. Thank you for making my days better. Thank you. Love. From your boy Nathan who would cross cities just to get to you. Not oceans, not borders. Just towns, terminals, long hours on buses. Because sometimes, even in the same country. Love still gets lost in the spaces in between. It is to fill the spaces love me. Even if I know it's just to feel alive. For a while, then you're gone. Just to fill the spaces in. In your heart there's a little space for me. I saw. Ben. It's not just a very loud LDR. Oh my God. Meen. Unang story. Thank you. Guys, what's going on here? Thank you so much. Shout out to all my viewers right now on TikTok. Say hi to Spotify. I'll say I'll give a shout out to you later. But this line. Bus. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ And that's what I believe sometimes the hardest. Sometimes the hardest thing or hardest good bye is the one that doesn't scream. It's not just because of the good bye but the good bye is just different. It's not just because of the good bye. It's not because of the bad bye. Because it's because of the good bye. But sometimes, even in the same country. It's not because of the good bye. ♪ ♪ It's not because of the bad bye. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Thank you to Papi. Thank you so much. And for those who subscribe. Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you so much. By the way, guys. After this live, it would be uploaded again on Spotify. So for those who subscribe, hello, hello. Thank you so much for subscribing. I hope you're liking this episode into Spotify, people. Hello. Hi. Go follow me here on TikTok. And if you have a live stream, I'll be with you here. I'll be with you. I'll be with you. Stories. Hello, GZ27. Hello. Hello. Thank you so much. Thank you so much. Thank you so much. Thank you Eduardo. We are now all an hour. Second story. Can we name our first story, Bagu? ♪ ♪ Thank you, XAXX. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ So this is our second story. ♪ ♪ So this person said, "Who you will?" At first, I had so many doubts about sending this. But today, I gathered the courage because this isn't just a story for your Quentin Long Distance Relationship episode. This is a story of love, of sacrifice, and of breaking beyond repair. I met her on FB. We had a mutual friend. At first, I had no intention of courting her. I just wanted to talk. To listen. But when I started hearing her stories about her broken family, the painful five-year relationship that left her feeling abandoned, I saw someone who needed saving. I never planned to fell in love. I never planned to fall in love, but how could I not? Every late night call, every tear she tried to hide, I was there. And somehow, in the middle of it all, I fell. I courted her for five months. And when she finally said yes, I promised myself I'd never make her feel alone again. She lived in Nueva Isia. I was in Bacogor, but I never made distance and excuse. I visited her as often as I could, making every moment count, making sure she knew I was all in. I wanted to be her peace, her home. Then things started to change. She had a fight with her Lola, and she asked me not to visit for a while. I respected it of course, but that's when the silence began. No more late night talks, just dry updates, barely enough to keep the relationship breathing. Eventually, we both decided to let go. It broke me, but I let it be. A month later, she messaged me again. She even messaged my brother, trying to find a way back to me. And just like that, I chose her again. I chose her every single time. She invited me to their home, said her dad was coming back from abroad. I didn't know that that would be the last time I'd ever see her. A month later, I received a message from her that shattered me. She said she wanted to pursue her dreams on her own, that she needed space, that she felt like she was holding me back. And even though I was broken, I respected her decision. I gave her the silence she asked for. But I needed closure. So I messaged her. No reply. Just a block from every account. I had no way to reach her. So I did what a broken heart does. I stopped her TikTok using a dummy account. That's when I saw it. She was in love with someone else. I was furious. I was betrayed. I had given everything. Time, effort, love, and in return, I was just replaced. I confronted her on Telegram asking for the truth. We argued and then she said something I'll never forget. And she said something I'll never forget. She admitted she was still talking to her ex during our first year together. Kuyawil. We were together for three years. Three years. In the entire time I was building a future with someone who was still looking back at her past. I loved her with everything I had. I tried to heal someone who ended up shattering me. I gave her every piece of me. Thinking love was enough to fix someone broken, but in the end, she left me worse than she ever was. This pain, it left a scar so deep, I now question every kind of love. I'm scared to trust again, afraid to give, because what if I end up empty again? I guess my story isn't just about long distance. It's about learning the hard way that not everyone you save will stay. And not every love you give you're all to. We'll love you the same. So that's our second story. I love you the same. I love you the same. What's wrong with you? What's wrong? I love you the same. I love you the same. By the way guys, I know you love me the same. Before I go to my TikTok live, I just want to thank you boss. Thank you boss, the pride for sending the gifts. Thank you. This would be uploaded to Spotify. So Spotify people and TikTok people. What can you entertain? If you don't have a move on your ex. You'll have the cause of it. And you'll have the cause of it. Anyway, quick shout out to our top gifters for this lives. Live stream here on TikTok. And thank you boss, the pride ex, ex, ex. And thank you. Thank you Sunny. Thank you so much. Thank you so much. Thank you so much guys. Thank you so much. And on Spotify people. Please do follow me here on TikTok. So that I can start my life. I can start my life. If you have a move on your ex. All the way from California. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Anyway. We are now on our third story. The third story of our third story. Ang Bilis? Ang Bilis is maamay yung nasas-bativay na toagad, yung upload nagad. Alam niyo. Pero may rung din naman ako kailalan na mga nasa LDR na hanggang ngayon. Hanggang ngayon working. Hanggang ngayon kinakaya. Winsan yung gusawong tanangan. Ano pung secret niyo. Ang alam ko, ang alam ko langa. Alam ko na banggit ko narintos sa preview sa Part 1. Always have an end goal. Lagi ka yudapat may rung nilo look forward even. Even contact, even sa malit nabagay. Dibak. Dintipong, okey? Sa week nato, nga nog nga ming movie. Sa week nato, ganito gagawin namin. Yung jampre, ng bina ka masarap na end-golden. Yung kapag alam mo makikita na kailalan. So I hope, I hope naman makabasa ako ng story ng yung dito ng masaya sa ya. Kasi mga p-aiko na milya, na milya na toasi aliyah sa kasi milya. So, this is our third story. So this person said, "I'm a Singaporean, born in the Philippines, I'm half Chinese half Filipino, and I'm currently in law school here in Singapore. My boyfriend, Rainiel, is studying marine transportation back in the Philippines. His school runs like the military, strict, disciplined and disconnected from the outside world. From Sunday night, to Friday afternoon, he's on campus, no phones, no messages, no quick check-ins, nothing. So for five days straight, I hear absolutely nothing from him. Not because he doesn't care, not because he's losing interest, but simply because he can't. And that silence, it's loud, deaf, deafening, even. I still message him during the week. I tell him what I had for lunch, how school's been, or what random drama happened that day. Sometimes I type out paragraphs just to feel close to him. I know he won't see them right away, I know I won't get a reply, but I do it anyway. Because love doesn't pause, just because someone's unavailable. Come Friday afternoon, when I finally see that one, "Hey love, pop up, I'm out." Every little, every little anxious thought, every quiet moment, every doubt I swallowed, it suddenly feels worth it. Like I can breathe again. On weekends, we try to make up for last time we call, we text, we laugh, we share everything that couldn't be said during the week. He tries to divide his time between me and his family and most of the time. He chooses both, he shows up for me, and he shows up for them too. It's not easy, but somehow he does it. I'll be honest, I'm an overthinker, I have been hurt before. I have loved people who didn't know how to love me back. I have been lied to, ghosted, cheated on, so now even the silence, especially the silence, triggers me. There are nights when I cry alone in my room, typing out long paragraphs I end up deleting, and the ones I do send, they're filled with doubt and fear. I say things like, I know you'll get tired of me someday, I'm too emotional, too much, but it never gets tired. He always replies, always reassures, he tells me I'm not too much, that he's not going anywhere, that he chose me and he'll keep choosing me. No matter how many overthinking spirals I go through, no matter how many times I doubt myself. And the truth is, he gets scared, too. He's afraid I'll get tired of waiting, tired of texting someone who disappears for most of the week, tired of updating someone who feels like a ghost when he's gone. He says, I know it's hard love, but thank you for not giving up on me, and I won't, because he's never given me a reason to. It's not the most convenient relationship, it's not the easiest either. But it's honest, it's real, it's built on patience, trust, loyalty, and love that doesn't disappear in the quiet. If you have ever been in a long-distance relationship, you'll know, it's not about constant communication, it's about consistent commitment, showing up when it matters, reassuring each other when the world feels shaky, choosing love even when it's not easy. And that's what we have built. So to anyone listening, who's loving someone from afar, who's holding on despite silence and uncertainty, please know, if it's real, if it's mutual, and if you both keep choosing each other, distance won't win, you will. Agri sa part na. Ito yung love na toto. Amin. Amin siya impre. Di tumong papakita na toto ka. Na toto yung pagmamaal mo. Kapag sa mga moment na hindi ka yung naguusap. Amin. How strong can you be? To love someone na hindi mo nakakausap. 80% or 70% to 85% of the time. Dahil ka ilangan. Dahil ka ilangan yung gawin yun. Kaya diba, if it's mutual, kung parayo lang naman kaya yung nararamda malatpatulu yung pinipili yung isat isa. Anong distance, distance. Love ko yan. You've been me around. You make me crazier. Crazier. Feels like I'm falling in love. Yon? Nagkaraun din. Nangkaraun din ng masayang kuentu. Crazier, crazier, crazier. Love ko yan yun. Love ko yan yun. Merami salamat nga bala sa mga nagsasayan ng gift sa atain. En sa mga lang subscribe. Hello. Hello. Welcome. Welcome. Ayon. Hi. KJM. KDawi. KTofu. Kherimi. Kailuna. Kherold. And KEE. What's up, guys? Thank you. Thank you so much. And sa mga nga follow sa atain. Hello Spotify, people. Hello TikTok, people. After this live, guys, kung sa mga bagun sa ali, after this live, it would be uploaded straight sa Spotify. Para naman. Mapakinggan yung agan. This is episode 27. Anong quest. Anong kuentong long distance relationship mo. Part 2. Sabi ni J.M. di to anong Australia. Love ko yan yun. Ohm, seam. Naman. Naman. So. Pangilina natin. Pangilang sorry na natin, guys. Pangilang sorry na natin, though. So, this is. fourth. Fourth na. Pangapata tumbaba sa ahin ko. Yung sa mga naka sab-satin. Hilo sa mga naka sab- at sa mga sab- magsasaba. And it was a TikTok. Hello, hello. Okay. Fourth pang fourth, okay, okay. Sa mga bagun sa alingapala. Welcome. Welcome to episode 27 natin. Part 2. Oo. Ang cool naman ang gift na to. Thank you, Ina. Marami maramiin salamat. And by the way, guys, sa mga spot-of-i-people na nga kignig. If you wanna join the livestream, it's @WillTalkSPH. So, this is our. fourth story. So, this person said, we met online, but not on any dating site or app, but on FB. Because I was scrolling the section of people you may know, and I didn't even knew or know that I clicked the ad friend that day. Because for some reason, she accepted my following, and I was confused because I don't remember following someone like her so I asked her. Do I know you? But then she replied, you were the one following me, so I just accepted it. Then after that, we started talking, for a bit, until it turns two weeks, two months, until it became years of talking, and I remember, when we became one year of being friends, I told her that I like her. And she did not respond. She left me on red for hours, so I got a bit scared, because what if she got scared and didn't want to reply anymore? But that's when I got the message, saying, "Court me first, then let's see how it goes." Because if it goes smoothly, then I'll be your girlfriend and from that moment on, we were happy. She lived in Bacolod. I was in Manila, LDR, but just within the Philippines. Still, the distance was cruel. Our conversations were daily, from good morning texts to late-night voice calls, we knew each other's schedules, moods, even the lullabies we sang to ourselves when days got too heavy. The first time we met in person was six months in. I took a long bus ride, hard-raising the whole way. I brought her my favorite sweater, because she said she loved oversized clothes, and I liked the idea of her, wrapped in something that had once held me. She wore it the whole weekend. I couldn't stop smiling. We went to quiet cafes, walked through parks, and watched old rom-coms in her room like two teenagers who had the world on pause. Those weekends, those stolen trips, they were everything. I'd count down the days until I could see her again. I'd cross cities, endure terminal waits, sit through hours of traffic just to have a few hours with her. We always made the most of our limited time, a kiss at the terminal, a warm hug before parting. Promises whispered in between traffic noise and bus calls. We had our dreams, a small apartment, a shared bank account, a dog named Peanut. It was all planned, someday, one day. But something shifted. Maybe it was the distance. Maybe it was something else. One day she messaged. I'm tired of always waiting. When will we meet again? I'm tired of always meeting not every day I'm tired of this cycle. And I replied with shaking hands. I'm tired too. Not of you. But of how life keeps making it so damn hard to love you the way you deserve. But the silence grew louder. We did not talk for months after that. The last message I sent was never opened. I told myself maybe she just needed time. Maybe she needed space. So I gave her that. I waited. Then her birthday came. I remembered the exact date. The exact cake flavor she once said she loved. I bought her gifts. Small things with big meaning. A book she'd been wanting a necklace with a tiny sun pendant because she always said she loved it when I called her my sunshine. I went to surprise her. My heart was pounding as I got closer to her home. Then I saw it. A guy standing at her gate. Holding flowers. She opened the door. Stepped out and smiled. A soft, warm smile. The kind I thought she reserved for me. She accepted the flowers. Even though she always said she preferred sweet, over-romantic. He leaned in and kissed her. I dropped the gifts. My hands felt numb. Then just as they were about to walk back inside she saw me. Her eyes locked with mine. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. My heart, my hands were trembling. I turned and ran. Wait inside. I heard her say to the guy. My family and friends are there. I'll be back. She called my name and I stopped. She stood in front of me. Breathing hard. What the hell? Rina. I waited. I waited for you. I thought you just needed time. I didn't know we were already over. She looked away. I didn't know how to tell you. He didn't know how to tell me. You just left me on red. After everything. After every damn thing we've been through. That's how you walk away. I didn't want to hurt you more. She whispered. Then why the hell? Does it hurt this much now? You told me you were tired of the distance. I would have moved. Rina. I would have crossed every city. I would have made it work. But you didn't even give me the chance. She wiped her eyes. I was tired. Okay. I was tired of always missing you. Of making plans that kept getting postponed. I wanted something here. Something I could hold every day. And what was I? What was I to all of you? To you all these years. Just someone you could talk to when you were lonely. I gave you everything I had. I made you my home. You were never just someone. She said. You were everything. Until it all felt too far. Then you should have told me. You should have had the decency to end it properly. I was a coward. I know I was. I wanted you to find out like this. Well, you did it, Rina. You did it in the most painful way possible. You didn't just break my heart. You stumped on everything we ever built. Was it ever real to you? Or was I just the guy you leaned on when you were bored? When you needed someone to talk to at night. I loved you. I was building a life with you in it. Well, you were already building one without me. Her tears fell silently. She did not deny it. I stepped back. You didn't just leave. You erased me. And you did not even flinch. She whispered, "I'm sorry." But sorry didn't matter anymore. I turned away. Each step heavier than the last. She didn't follow this time. I never messaged her again. She never messaged back. And the sweater. I don't know. Maybe she still has it. Because the girl who once wore my first sweater. Now holds someone else's hand. Love fades. Sometimes quietly. Sometimes with the sound of gifts hitting the pavement. And me? I still remember her voice on the phone. The way she smiled when we first met. The sound of her laugh when I told my stupid jokes. But some promises. Break no matter how tightly you hold on. And some goodbyes. Don't sound like goodbyes. They sound like silence. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You know your feeling. You know your feeling about your movies. But still. Because. Because personally. Those who have noticed movies. Personally. Even in high school days. College days. What kind of movie is that? It's a surprise. Because there are many movies. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ By the way, thank you very much for your recent gifts. For tonight's stream. Thank you guys. Grabby. ♪ ♪ You are the surprise. You know J.M. ♪ ♪ Grabby, right? ♪ ♪ Who is our story? Who are the four of us? Who are the five of us? ♪ Thank you Ayyan. Thank you Sir Rose Bear. Thank you. Grabby and Damia. ♪ Thank you Pia Sir Rose Bear. ♪ Feeling go. Ayyan. Thank you Ina, Tamishika. There are many people who are participating in this episode of Will Tox. Ayyan natalagayun. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Thank you Wendell. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Ayyan natalagayun. Ayyan natalagayun. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ So this person said ♪ ♪ I don't even know where to start or if I should even be telling this story at all. People might say what happened between us was petty that it wasn't deep enough to hurt the way it did, that it wasn't real enough to still feel like this, even after all this time. Maybe they're right. Maybe this won't make sense to anyone but me. But I can't seem to write it at all in one sitting anyway. The memories are too heavy. The grief is too quiet. There were layers to what happened between us. Layers of psychological and emotional turmoil that neither of us were fully prepared for. There were silent battles, invisible wounds, moments of intense love, met with fear, joy, paired with dread. It wasn't just distance or timing, it was deeper, messier, something that know that the corners of our sanity and hearts until we couldn't tell if we were still trying to love each other or just survive what we had become. So I'll just start somewhere. I was never the kind of woman who chased. I did not have time for distractions, especially not romantic ones. I was an engineer. And beyond that, I was chasing a harder dream. Law school. My days were packed. My goals were big. And relationships were just complications I could not afford. But all of that changed because of a game. Call of duty mobile. Was supposed to be an escape. Just another app on my phone to kill time between work and studies. I didn't expect it to be the place where I'd meet someone who would undo everything I thought I had control over. Gustolang Maglaro. To distract myself from the exhaustion of juggling law school in work. He stood out the moment I noticed him. Like the game was second nature. His presence was quiet almost heavy. He didn't speak much. He didn't laugh easily. And always left as soon as the matches ended. He wasn't warm. He wasn't inviting. He was arrogant. And maybe that's why I could not stop watching him. There was something about the way he moved in game. The way he didn't need to impress anyone that drew me in. I wasn't planning to let anyone into my life. But I invited him to a game. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe I wasn't thinking at all. Maybe I just wanted to feel something. Anything other than pressures and deadlines. First, he barely reacted. But little by little. Through short conversations. Late night games. And silent lobbies filled with unspoken words. We found something. We weren't looking for. A connection. An understanding. Abund that felt terrifying and inevitable. Eventually, we started talking outside the game. The nights got longer. The conversations are deeper. I learned he was from cagayan de oro. I was from ilo ilo. We had not met in person. Not once. But I felt. Hard. Fast without question. He was handsome. Smart. Unapologetically himself. He had a soft spot for bunnies. He had several of them actually. He would send me pictures and videos of them lying on his bed or climbing up his lap. They made him soft in ways the game never did. We talked about everything. Family. Fears. The things that broke us before. We exchanged secrets like currency. Shared pain like it would make us whole. He told me he was afraid. Afraid of getting close. Afraid of hurting me. He said he loved me. But that's why we had to stay away. Because he did not want to ruin me. I told him. I could handle it. That love wasn't supposed to be perfect. It wasn't supposed to be chosen. I gave him everything. My time. My whole heart. I surprised him on his birthday. I talked to his cousins. His sister. I couldn't go in person. So I tried to make him feel my presence through the people he loved. He looked happy in the pictures. I held onto those images like lifelines. What he didn't know. Was that after his birthday. I had already booked a flight. I was going to surprise him. Not just with cake and gifts. But with me. With presence. With the reality of all the words we exchanged. I was ready to meet him. To touch the face I had only seen through screens. To finally step into the places he spoke of. Their ancestral house in Balingasang. The winding streets of his hometown. The waterfalls he once said would go to. The river he told me shimmered. Beset sunset. I memorized them like. All like a map drawn in hope. But after his birthday. Everything shifted. He went cold. Distant. And the fights started. More intense. More painful. We argued over everything and nothing. There were nights we told each other to stop. To let go. To walk away. But somehow. We always came back. Again and again. We found our way back like we did not know how to be without the ache of each other. We had already had a few fights before. Moments when we agreed it might be best to stop talking. To end things. But every time. We found ourselves crawling back. Pulled by something we never could name but never questioned either. Until the last time. We fought. Hard. And this time we did not talk for days. No messages. No calls. Just avoid between us. That neither of us tried to fill. That when. That was when I got tired. Tied from work. Tied from school. Tired of carrying all the weight alone. I was always strong. Always patient. But even the strongest people break. One of my best friends. One time. I could not carry it all. I let him push me away and he did. He let me go. That morning of August 23, 2023. Just hours before my flight at 11.45 pm we shattered. We said things we could never take back. Words filled with anger, pain and fear. Instead of packing my bags with hope and excitement I sat on my bed. Numb and broken with the suitcase full of plans that would never happen. I cried beside clothes meant for memories we'd never make. I begged for the first time in my life. That maybe it could still be fixed. I cried. I held on to every word, every thread of hope. I told him we could fix this. We're worth the distance, worth the struggle but he let go. Just like that. And so I stayed. It's been two years since then. And I'm still here. Haunted. By a love that never got to live. By a journey that never began after all the silence and aching and pretending I'm okay. I finally booked that flight again. Now I'm here. In Kagayandeoro. Walking through streets I've never been to before. But they feel strangely familiar. The warm air. The hum of the city. The way the sunlight hits the hills. Everything around me awakens memories I never thought could exist in a place I never visited. It's like the city remembers him. And me. Like the echoes of his voice. The hope in his words are written into the very streets. I visited his hometown. The place that held all his stories. His laughter. His childhood. His family. We passed by the ancestral house. I didn't get too close. Just saw it from the road but I knew it was his. The one he said held generations of memories. It stood there, weathered and silent. Like a page left open in the book that was never finished. Later. I traveled to the river. Not beside the house but near their barangay. He told me the sun sets there made everything glow. And for a moment, as I stood by its edge. I let. I let myself believe that maybe. Just maybe. Some part of him was still here. Caught in the golden reflection on the water. I even visited the falls near their barangay. The one he once said with swim in when the weather was kind. The air there was cooler, quieter. The water rushed over rocks like time refusing to wait. And I let it carry some of my grief with it. I walked these places alone. Tracing the outline of every story he once told me. Not because they belonged to me. But because they belonged to the part of me that loved him. Tomorrow. I'll leave. I'll close this chapter. Not with anger. Not with regret. But with the kind of warning that feels like peace. Next semester. I will go back to law school. I will fight for the dreams I once put on pause. I will live. But I will never forget. Because even now, I still search for parts of him in everyone I meet. And maybe that's the cruelest kind of love. The kind that doesn't die. It just disappears. And leaves you behind to keep remembering. By the way, I just put it on the door. Maybe it's. It's their IGN on code or something. There it is. "Noir's blank". "The way you look at the place." "The way you look at the place." "No." "Imagine." "Imagine." "Imagine." "The way you look at the place." "You are the only one." "And the weird feeling." "The weird feeling." "The way you look at the place." "But I don't know." "If you look at it." "If you look at the place." "If you look at the place." "But it's my place." "No idea of that person." "But I don't know." "Begat." "You are the only one in this situation." "Begat." "I can't imagine." "Grabe." "Okay." "Last two stories." "Last two stories, guys." "Last two stories, guys." "Tonight." "Anyway, I just want to thank you." "I just want to thank you." "I just want to thank you." Those first few months were the toughest. Adjusting to a new country, a new job, and most painfully, a new kind of relationship, one where I could not hold your hand, could not see your smile in person, couldn't be there when you needed be the most. But when we were determined, we did not let the miles break us. Instead, we learned how to love in new ways. We spent countless nights on video calls. You stayed up late just to talk to me after my long ships, and I woke up early just to catch you before your day began. Our phones became our connection. Our screens became windows to each other's worlds. We celebrated anniversaries through screens, sensor-priced deliveries, and tried to fill the void of physical distance with emotional closeness. We shared everything from the mundane details of our daily routines to our biggest fears and dreams. There were moments when lonely-less crept in. When seeing couples walk hand-in-hand, made my heart ache, when I couldn't be there for you during your hard days, and when all I wanted was to hug you after a stressful week. But through it, we kept choosing each other again and again. Every late night call, every voice note, every eye miss you, typed across the globe carried us through. Even on days when the time difference made things difficult, we made time because that's what loved us. It shows up even when it's hard. And then after years of waiting in 2024, I finally came home. But this time I wanted it to be different. I didn't just want to come back. I wanted to come back to you for good. I planned the surprise carefully, imagining your reaction over and over in my head, my heart was raising that day and when I saw you again after all those years of longing, it felt like time paused. There you were, the same eyes, the same soul I had fallen in love with back in college. I got down on one knee and held out the ring not just as a symbol of love, but as a promise. A promise that the distance is behind us now. From this day forward, you'll never have to wonder when we will see each other again. Before the pain of the past was leading us here to this beautiful new chapter. That moment wasn't just a proposal. It was the culmination of everything we endured. It was every late night call, every tear, every longing glance through a screen transformed into joy into forever. From college, sweet hearts walking the paths of USD, to a long distance love story written across oceans, to finally reuniting and taking the next step we have been through so much. And it wouldn't trade any of it because it brought me here. Do you? You have always been worth the wait. You have always been my greatest blessing and now, I can't wait to call you my wife. Thank you for believing in us. Thank you for holding on even when it was hard. Thank you for loving me through the distance. The silence and the storms. Now it's time for the easy days. The quiet mornings together. The late nights under one roof. And the laughter that never has to end with a goodbye. I love you more than words can ever say. And I will spend the rest of my life proving it. And you know what? I will be your mother in law. Grabbing a boss basic. Backstory. I was born in 2024. I was born in 2024. I knew that boss basic. Boss will. I propose. Wish me luck. This is my life. This is my life. Boss basic. December. I know December. He said that boss basic is not good luck. Or is it good? I was born in a basic life. The day after. Boss will. Success. I will tell you. I will tell you. I will never go where the way. You know what? I just want to thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you very much. That was our second to the last story. We are one hour and 23. I think. I'm not wrong. No, we are one hour and 16. Thank you very much. Thank you very much. Thank you very much. It's time for that. Do you understand? It's time for the easy days. Then we are together. It's time for us to do something. We are here together. We are together. We are together. I was your own kind of blue. And I wanted to know. The last story. Thank you very much for your gifts. Thank you very much. This is our last story. Last story. For episode 27, Part 2. We're going to climb our way back to charts again. Spotify. Letting go of someone you love is never easy. It's one of the hardest decisions a person can make. To love is to let go. Not because I stopped loving you. But because I love myself enough to choose peace. I love myself enough to choose peace. I love myself enough to choose peace.
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