Dear Tin,
I just miss the moments when you called me to wake up because I had work in the morning, reminding me not to be late.
While listening to “Vegas Skies” by The Cab, I realized how much I miss those simple moments with you.
Dear Tin,
Maybe this is how longing works, no matter how loudly the world demands my time, or how deeply I bury myself in work, the silence after everything is done still brings me back to you. I end up staring into space, thinking of you all over again, as if your memory refuses to leave me alone. When will you reach out again? Haunt me, even just once more, because lately food, sweets, and sleep no longer feel enough to recharge the emptiness your presence used to fill.
Dear Tin,
I know you want to check on me, but you can’t, and that’s okay. I understand. or maybe I’m just assuming that part. So here I am, writing this letter for you to know that I’m okay. Really okay. maybe.
I’m okay. I just feel exhausted from work every day, or maybe it’s because of my condition. I honestly don’t know anymore.
We both have different battles to face. I just hope that after all these battles, we still find our way back to each other, and still see each other at the end of the day.
I just hope you’ve read all my letters. and maybe, somehow, you’re one of the people quietly leaving an upvote behind.
Dear Tin,
Perhaps I have already faded from your mind, and maybe your life has become peaceful and quiet without me, but you are still the one I keep searching for in ordinary days and crowded hours, in every little “Tin” my eyes happen to read even at work. Sometimes I ask myself what it is about you that no one else could ever carry, why your absence echoes louder than all the noise around me, and why even when I bury myself in work, my heart still finds its way back to you. There are moments when I want to scream just to release all the sadness I have kept hidden inside, because no matter how hard I try to move through life, I still remember you.
Fuck, I miss you!
Dear Tin,
Even though we don’t talk anymore, it doesn’t mean we no longer have each other at all. I’m still holding on to the promises I made to you and to myself, that I will keep rooting for you. You helped me understand women in ways I never did before.
I’m not going to say goodbye, maybe not yet. Maybe until the day I grow tired and exhausted from everything.
Until the next letter.
I am just fucking missing you.
Goodnight.
Dear Tin,
When will I ever receive a message from you again?
Will it be soon? Our last conversation was on March 27, and it was only a quick one.
How are you? Do you know that I still keep messaging you on Viber almost every day?
I don’t know if you’ve read any of my messages, or maybe I’ve already been blocked.
I just miss the conversations we used to have every single day.
Please always take care of yourself.
I miss you.
Dear Tin,
Are there days when you ever think of me?
Even just for a moment, do I ever flash through your memories?
Whatever it may be,
I always think of you every day, even on my busiest days.
Dear Tin,
I remembered something while I was on a jeep a while ago. A piece of advice suddenly came to mind, that when riding a jeep, or even when walking, it’s safer to keep your phone in your bag, out of sight, and not expose it in public.
I don’t know if I was the one who said that to you, or if you were the one who said it to me.
But somehow, I could hear your voice… even if it was only through our chats.
Dear Tin,
I started backreading our conversation again, and it felt good going back to that time.
It felt like it was so hard for us to stop talking. Like when we said we were going to say goodnight, but the conversation just kept going. Or when I said I had to sleep at 10 PM, but when 10 PM was almost there, I’d ask to extend it until 11 PM because we were still talking, and then the conversation would continue until 12 AM or even 1 AM, and so on.
Like on February 28, 2026. We were having such a good conversation, and I said I was going to sleep at 1 AM. But because you were telling stories and I wanted to keep listening, I ended up skipping my 1 AM bedtime. Still, because I didn’t want you to get mad at me, I finally went to sleep at 1:30 AM.
I just miss those conversation, I miss your stories.
I miss listening to you.
I just want to go back, but at the same time, I want to move forward.
I will always rooting for you Tin.
You will always have me.
I will always be ready.
to be there for you.
Dear Tin,
You are the missing piece whenever I get tired from work. Yung pagiging madaldal mo boosts my energy. Yung tipong kapag kausap kita, hindi ko napapansin yung pagod because of the flow of our conversation.
I feel so tired right now, where are you ?
I'm not sad, I'm just tired.
See you when I see you,
Just always take care.
Dear Tin,
Ang lungkot isipin na hindi na ikaw ang kasama ko, kundi anino ko na lang,
sa mga lugar kung saan may mga alaala tayo mga lugar na dati mong ikinukuwento sa akin.
Ang lungkot din isipin na yung mga usapan nating parang walang katapusan noon, natapos din pala. Yung mga gabing akala mo tuloy tuloy lang, naging alaala na lang.
Siguro ganun talaga. Walang permanente sa mundo. May mga tao talagang dadaan sa buhay mo, hindi para manatili habang buhay, kundi para may ituro sa’yo, mga tama, mali, mga bagay na kailangan mong matutunan, at mga pagkakataong hindi mo agad maiintindihan kung bakit nangyari.
hanggang sa dumating yung panahon na buhay na mismo ang sasagot.
kailangan talagang maging matatag.
At kung may mga pagkakataon man na nalulungkot ka kapag naaalala mo yung mga dati, sana piliin mo pa ring ngumiti. Kasi naging totoo naman lahat. Yung oras, yung mga kwento, yung mga alaala, at yung mga aral, hindi man sila nagtagal, pero naging parte sila ng buhay mo sa paraang hindi na mapapalitan.
Don’t worry, I’m okay.
Namimiss lang talaga kita.
Just... Take care of yourself okay ?