Mornings are cruel.
Umaga na naman. Grieving continues.
Grieving the past.
Grieving our possibilities.
Ang daming nawala nang sabay-sabay. Now I’m waking up every morning to the reality that you’re no longer part of my everyday life. I have to remember the loss all over again, even before the day has properly started.
I lost a friend, routines, Koomi nights. I lost the person I wanted to send random videos to, and all the little things I thought I would still get to share with you.
Maybe that's why mornings feel so cruel. There's no distraction yet. No work to occupy my mind, no conversations to pull me away from my thoughts.
Just me, the quiet, and the absence of someone I miss terribly.