u/whatsleftofmyideas

Good evening!! Wala pa rin akong nae-encounter na matinong guy so I guess… hanap na lang muna ako ng kausap HAHAHA

Honestly, gusto ko lang may makachikahan tonight. Yung wholesome kausap lang na pwede mong pagkwentuhan ng kahit ano: random thoughts, life lately, work/school stress, pagkain, music, hobbies, or kahit anong kalokohan.

About me:

• unemployed reviewee
• mabilis magreply kapag hindi busy
• mahilig sa random chika
• tahimik at first pero madaldal once comfortable

About you:

• do I need to state that this post is for singles only? (ayoko kasing may kausap akong may jowa tapos malalaman ko na lang later, or worse, yung problema sa relasyon niyo pala yung magiging topic ng buong usapan)
• preferably around my age, <30
• may substance naman kausap pls 😭
• respectful and wholesome

Tara, usap?

I don’t want to sound like a conspiracy theorist, but someone definitely screwed up the timeline.

In every other version of my life, I think I’m still with you.

Maybe somewhere, we met at the right time. Maybe we said the things we were too afraid to say, chose each other when it mattered, and didn’t let everything between us fall apart.

I know this life didn’t work out the way I wanted it to. I know we’re not supposed to be together anymore. Still, sometimes, it feels like the universe got something terribly wrong.

No matter how much I try to accept that you’re no longer mine, some part of me still thinks you were supposed to be.

Maybe in another life, we got it right.

Maybe that’s why this one will always feel a little bit wrong.

I’m annoyed at you.

You were my match, unfortunately. We had so much in common that sometimes it felt like we were the same person in different bodies. That’s why I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed that one small difference between us can change everything. That despite being so alike, it’s the one thing keeping us from working out.

I’m annoyed that even when I’m mad at you, you’re still the person I want to talk to. No one else gets the same jokes, the same conversations, the same version of me.

We’ve been together for so long that life feels boring whenever we’re apart.

I hate you.

I hate that you became my person. I hate that you did this to me.

I don't think you ever realized how much I wanted us to work.

Not because I believed love was enough, but because I saw something in you worth staying for.

What hurts isn't that we ended. It's knowing we lived in a generation where it's easier to leave than to communicate, easier to look for someone new than to fight for someone who's already there.

Maybe we were never meant to last.

Or maybe we met at a time when fear, pride, and unresolved wounds spoke louder than honesty.

I hope one day you find the kind of love you're looking for.

I just hope, when you do, you don't mistake consistency for boredom, vulnerability for weakness, or someone who stays for someone who will always stay no matter how little you choose them.

I wanted it to be you.

I just couldn't keep being the only one who did.