Sometimes I still think about you on random nights after work, when the world finally gets quiet and I’m alone in my room. It’s been months, yet there are moments where the missing feels so sudden it physically hurts. It’s not even a "I want you back" kind of way anymore—it’s just that my heart still remembers a version of us that once felt safe.
I still think about that last hug. Ang higpit. Looking back, it felt like you already knew it was the last time. I keep replaying that moment, wondering what changed or if any of it was real to begin with. How can someone go from being my everyday comfort—my updates, my songs, my "babe"—to just… silence?
I’ve tried talking to other people, but it’s just not the same. Nothing feels the way it did when you sang for me or made me feel cared for so effortlessly.
I removed you quietly. No drama, just acceptance. But healing is strange—even after choosing yourself, there are still nights where your mind finds its way back to the person it’s supposed to let go of. There was no ending, just absence. And I hope one day, I finally stop looking for you in the quiet.