r/PinoyUnsentLetters

My door is closed, but it's not locked. I want to talk to you, but I'm not going to initiate it anymore—it's your turn. If you wanted to, you would.

These are just my pre-bedtime thoughts after replaying our last few conversations and feeling that bad energy and coldness from you.

You know I admire you a lot, and me reaching out only for you to act cold just makes me resent you. So I'm just going to wait, even though you know patience is definitely not my best virtue.
I know you’re doing fine.

Good night

If this is my shot at redemption, then I'll take it.

You still remind me of the past I want to forget. The past I thought I have left behind long ago. A mistake that can't be undone.

I've fallen in love many times over after you. And done even more stupid shit. But never quite the kind that I put you through.

In every relationship or situationship I've had, I think I've unconsciously tried to find a bit of you in them. But they were all their own person and at the time I gave them my attention, I learned to appreciate them for who they were. All in my past. You had your own after me too.

It feels like your return bridged 2 decades together. It's surreal... having my past and present collide. I thought I didn't change...but now, I think I did. All those experiences, the pain, the realizations, the suffering, the recovery... it's impossible to remain the same after that.

I'm still unsure about myself. Still insecure about my value to you, the kind of future I can give you. I don't know if I'll ever be fully myself with you. Even back then I felt that barrier between us. Maybe that's something I have to accept.

But this time, I will try to be kinder. More understanding. More patient. I don't know if that will be enough. I don't know anything. All I know is that I don't want to hurt you again.

Yung akala kong slow burn yung kwento namin, pero mauuwi rin pala sa wala talaga. To be fair, hindi niya naman ako ni-reject. Iba lang talaga yung hanap nya. Siya pa tong nag offer ng friendship and nagsabi na pwede ko syang kausapin. Pero kahit isang "kamusta ka" wala ko narinig. Radio silence. Dapat ba ako laging magsstart? Mag iinitiate?

Tinanggap ko na nga di magiging romantic to, pero uy, wala ka man lang effort sa mga sinabi mo. Masaya ka pag nagkikita tayo, dahil ba convenient? Ako lang yung available?

Yung ang dali mo mag like at mag comment sa iba, pero sa lahat ng stories ko, isa lang nalike mo 😂

Wag na, itigil na natin to. Salamat sa mga yakap at hawak ng kamay. Gusto ko lang mag vent out kasi gusto ko ng closure para sa sarili ko.

Alam ko magkikita at magkikita kami, pero kaya ko nang hindi ka pansinin. Let's go back to being strangers ha.

Advice naman on how to move on sa kwentong hindi nasimulan.

I would go back to the night we said goodbye. Not to change it, not to take it back. We would still say goodbye. But, this time I'd give you the chance– the chance to actually say what you wanted to say, the chance to let it all out on me. The thing I regret the most that night was not giving us the chance to talk, I was too prideful. I convinced myself that I was so right that whatever you could have said that night wouldn't change anything. Because I'm just so right, like I've always been during our time together. I was right about the argument we had during your birthday, I was right about us choosing not to move in together too early, I was right about me loving you more than you loving me. I was just always right. What a fucking jerk I was. I was so right that you couldn't even explain yourself. I realize too late that you honestly deserved better than me. I realized before I could actually be better for you. I messed it up before I could be better for you, before I could be someone you deserve.

You wanted me to fight for us. I'm sorry that I realized that too late. When everything was going downhill for you, the person you trusted the most, the person who was supposed to be your rest, the person who was supposed to make everything better, the person who promised to be beside you no matter what– he let you down, I let you down. The world crumbles around, I should've crumbled with you. I'm sorry that I was so weak to be your person.

I loved you, and that made you rely on me. You loved that I loved you. Finally, someone you can be vulnerable with. My love for you was real, you felt it. But, because of your past experiences and trauma you were happy as long as it was love– it didn't matter how that love treated you, you just wanted love in any way shape or form. I could've loved you better than I did, we were happy but I definitely could've done better. I could've done better to understand you more, I could've loved you better. We were so happy but not perfect. I realized late that I could've done better, I'm sorry.

I hope that you finally learned to love yourself. Not to rely on someones love and validation, just as I learned to love better too– love that you actually deserved. I think the problem was I loved myself too much and you loved yourself too less. I couldn't love you with my everything because I put myself first, you didn't respect yourself because you loved me too much. I realized too late that it's not about me and you anymore the moment we got into a relationship– it's about us now, putting us first rather than just putting ourselves first.

wala naman siyang reddit but I already got my closure with my ex last Aug 16. He was my first love and first ever person who ever gets to my inner bubble. Through 8 months of no contact with him, one thing that makes me who am I is patiently waiting for the right moment of our lives to compromised and mend the heart that is once broken. grabe, you cant unlove the person you love once and kahit anong urge na magkabalikan you know deeply that you’ll choose the right track for you to keep them. I still want my person back and I miss him so much but things got different when I moved to another country. the urge na always siyang kamustahin at disturbohin sa lahat ng bagay na ginagawa niya and to spend our little moments

I sometimes wonder why universe is so unfair no? minsan nadadaan ko na lang sa law of exchange that’s what gotten worse before will grant twice better sayo after. Pero what are the chances na it will get better to choose your own track while leaving the person behind? it makes me shed tear because I always wanted to be him, kaya nagmake ako ng verdict that I don’t wanna indulge myself into relationship now but to pursue myself more and after 10yrs, its still him. do you think that would be twice much better? even in every universe, choosing you was never a regret but worthy fighting and loving for. I always love you! 🐳

- kenediyan

I made the lasagna today that was supposed to be for you.

Maybe I’m just sad and desperate and the rain isn’t helping.

I wish I could share this with you. I’m so tempted to send you a picture and act like nothing happened, like I could just casually message you again.

But that wouldn’t be fair to you.

I really hope you’re doing okay.

Ghad I wish you missed me too. I know that sounds selfish, but I really hope you do.

Because I miss you so much.

well honestly, I tried to defend you in my head when in fact, I shouldn't have.

maybe he's just really busy.

maybe he just likes the push and the pull.

maybe he just wants to be chased.

ALIBIS.

but I've heard your story about your ex, you doesn't sound like that guy I was talking to.

you were a lover boy, not just to me :)

I know you enjoyed my company. I know I made you happy. You said you wanted me to stay.

But that wasn't enough, right?

Were you afraid to take the risk again? But, you can tell me something and instead avoided it.

I waited where that was headed. I didn't even have a clue.

Don't reason it out with slowburn, I was the only one who burned myself alive.

I get it. I've had my fair share in the dysfunction but the irony is you said you wanted me but didn't show it.

If I want something, I let it show. If I don't want it, it can be felt through my energy and I would eventually tell us to stop.

We didn't have that.

Damn, we had the best time talking as far as I can recall. BUT, why did it ended like that?

Simple.

You were not just into me yet you pretended like you were.

For someone who I thought was so genuine, why are you like that?

Ahhh, forget it. This is too dramatic for cool people like you.

I may have acted like I'm fine with the cool but I feel so deeply so honestly, I cared.

Anyway, I have no hard feelings for you, I promise. I just wish you don't inflict the same pain to anyone and I hope you genuinely get what your heart is looking for.

I'm still praying for you from afar.

That's enough.

And these letters? Let me cope, at least I'm still living...

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.

Darating ang panahon na maaalala mo ko. Baka hindi dahil sa love. Kundi dahil umikot na ang mundo at nahanap mo na ang katapat mo. Sa panahon na yun di ako darating para isalba kundi para pumalakpak dahil sa wakas nadurog din ang puso at pagkatao mo. Darating ang panahon magkikita tayo ulit na ako naman ang masaya at ikaw naman ang nasa impyerno ang pakiramdam. Mas piniling mong gaguhin ang taong sobrang nagmahal sayo. Sige lang pakasaya ka lang. Makakabawi din ako sayo. Pag dumating yun ipapamukha ko sayo na ako nga pala yung ginago mo.

I miss you.

I miss the way we used to talk from morning until sleep finally took me away.

I miss your sweet messages telling me that you love me. I miss those unexpected moments when you would let your feelings show even when you said you couldn't control them. I treasured those moments more than you probably knew.

I miss the simple things.

When you'd ask me, “Are you tired?”

And I'd say yes.

Then you'd tell me to take a nap and you'd wait for me until I woke up.

I miss how you used to comfort me when I was down. How you'd notice when something was wrong, read between my words and take the time to understand me. You wanted to know me, not just the easy parts of me but the parts that were difficult to understand too.

Those little moments became memories I held close to my heart.

And now, so many of those conversations, chats and talks are gone. Deleted. But somehow, deleting the messages didn't delete what they meant to me.

I still remember.

I remember how it felt to be cared for by you.

I remember how it felt to be loved by you.

And I remember how happy I was when we could simply be us.

Somewhere along the way, we started having more misunderstandings than beautiful conversations.

Things became heavier. We couldn't keep up with everything anymore and somehow the distance between us grew.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for the things I did that hurt you, for the things I failed to understand and for the moments when love became complicated between us.

I don't know if we can ever go back to exactly how things were.

But I know this much:

I miss you.

I miss us.

And despite everything that happened, despite all the misunderstandings and all the things that changed, there is still a part of my heart that remembers you with tenderness.

I love you.

Maybe that's why I miss you this much.

Hello beh, tama na iyak. Lagi ka na lang umiiyak netong mga nakaraang buwan. Lagi lagi na lang. Lagi ka na lang malungkot. Wag ka na umasa kase. Wag ka na umasa kahit kailan. Wag ka na maghanap, kase wala namang dadating. Walang para sayo, itatak mo yan sa kokote mo.

To the person I could never truly have, I don't know if there will ever be enough words to explain what you have meant to me. Some people come into our lives for a reason, some for a season—but you felt like something more. You felt like home. Like a part of my soul that somehow recognized yours long before I could even understand why.

You are the love I never wanted to lose, and perhaps the hardest goodbye I will ever have to say. If circumstances had been different, if life had been kinder to us, I would have chosen you. Again and again. I would have chosen you in every version of this life, in every possible path where we were allowed to stay. I would have wanted to grow old with you, to share ordinary mornings and difficult nights, to celebrate your victories, hold you through your struggles, and simply be beside you until the very end.

But sometimes, loving someone doesn't mean we get to keep them.

And so, with a heart that still loves you more than it knows how to let go, I am choosing to say goodbye. I hope you find everything you are searching for. I hope your dreams take you somewhere beautiful. I hope your endeavors succeed, and I hope life gives you every opportunity you deserve. Even if I can no longer be beside you to witness them, a part of me will always be quietly cheering for you.

Please never think that what I felt for you was temporary or insignificant. I loved you with a love that reached places in me I didn't know existed. And even if our story doesn't have the ending I prayed for, I will always be grateful that our paths crossed.

I will forever love you—not because I am waiting for you, but because some loves simply become a part of who we are. I will carry the memories, the laughter, the pain, the moments we shared, and everything you taught my heart.
Maybe in this life, we were never meant to be forever.
But if there is another life after this one, I hope I find you again.

And when I do, I hope we meet at the right time, under different circumstances, with nothing standing between us. I hope in that life, I can finally call you mine without fear, without limitations, without having to let you go.
I hope I get to love you openly. I hope I get to wake up beside you, hold your hand through every season, and grow old with you. I hope that in that life, you are not the person I have to say goodbye to, but the person I get to choose until our very last breath.

Until then, please be happy. Please be safe. And please live the life you deserve.
I will let you go, even though my heart doesn't want to.

Goodbye, my honey.
Goodbye to the future we could have had.
Goodbye to the life I secretly wished we could share.
You will always have a place in my heart that no one else can take.
And if souls really do find each other across lifetimes, then perhaps this isn't goodbye forever.
Perhaps it's only until we meet again.

With all the love my heart will always carry,
I will love you in this life, and I will look for you in the next.

Huminto ako kasi gusto kong makita kung hahanapin mo rin ba ako.
Kasi napansin ko, ako pala lagi.
Ako yung nangangamusta.
Ako yung nagtatanong kung okay ka.
Ako yung nagre-reach out.
Ako yung gumagawa ng paraan para manatili tayong connected.
You never ask me if I’m okay.
You never ask me if I’m fine.
You never reach out first.
Kahit noong umalis ka, hindi mo ako naalalang padalhan ng kahit ano. Hindi naman dahil kailangan ko ng pasalubong. Wala akong pakialam kung magkano o kung ano man ’yon. Pero masakit lang marinig kang magkuwento na lahat ng kaibigan mo, may naalala kang dalhan.
Tapos ako, wala.
Doon ko naisip—baka hindi naman talaga yung pasalubong ang masakit.
Yung hindi mo ako naalala, ’yon pala.
Noong una, iniisip ko na baka ganito ka lang talaga. Baka hindi ka expressive. Baka hindi ka mahilig mag-message. Baka hindi ka lang talaga yung taong unang nagre-reach out.
Ang dami kong “baka” para lang hindi ko maramdaman na baka hindi lang talaga ako importante sa’yo the way you are to me.
Hanggang sa napagod na akong gumawa ng dahilan para sa’yo.
Kaya huminto ako.
Hindi para suyuin mo ako. Hindi para habulin mo ako. Hindi rin para subukan ka.
Huminto lang ako kasi gusto kong malaman kung anong mangyayari kapag hindi na ako yung gumagawa ng paraan.
Kung hahanapin mo ba ako.
Kung mapapansin mong tahimik ako.
Kung maiisip mong, “Okay lang kaya siya?”
Kung maaalala mo lang ako kahit minsan nang hindi ako yung nagpapaalala na nandito ako.
Pero wala.
At habang tumatagal yung katahimikan, mas nagiging malinaw yung sagot.
Hindi mo pala ako hahanapin.
Ang sakit lang tanggapin na habang iniisip ko kung kailan ka magre-reach out, baka ikaw, hindi mo man lang napansing nawala ako.
Mukha lang pala talaga akong tanga.
Pero ayaw kitang sisihin. Hindi mo naman ako pinilit na mag-stay. Hindi mo naman ako pinilit na umasa. Ako rin naman yung nagbigay ng kahulugan sa mga bagay na baka para sa’yo, wala naman talagang ibig sabihin.
So okay na.
Hindi na ako maghihintay ng message.
Hindi na ako gagawa ng dahilan para kausapin ka.
Hindi na ako magtatanong kung naaalala mo ba ako.
Kakalimutan na kita.
Or at least, susubukan ko.
Sana this time, kayanin ko na.
Sana makalimutan nga.

Ang perfect nung kanta ni Niki na to, to convey what I want to say to you right now pero ishare ko na lang yung chorus.

But I'm letting go

I'm givin' up the ghost

But don't get me wrong

I'll always love you that's why

I wrote you this very last song

I guess this is where we say goodbye

I know I'll be alright

Someday I'll be fine

But just not tonight

I really hope you find the healing and growing for yourself para yung next person na magugustuhan mo, 100% ready ka na to give yung buong love mo without reservations. Naniniwala naman ako sa sinabi mo na you loved me, pero siguro nga, deep in your heart you know, I wasn't the one.

Don't worry, kaya ko to. Wag ka na magworry about me. Someday I'll be fine, just not tonight.

To those who can relate,

What would you do if you were given an opportunity to prove that you are not merely average that you have what it takes to be the best, to consistently perform at the highest level, even when the standards are so high that being number one seems almost impossible?

To be honest, I’ve always been competitive, and I know I have perfectionist tendencies. I enjoy challenges because they push me beyond my comfort zone and force me to discover what I’m truly capable of. Recently, I was given an opportunity to take on one of my dream jobs, and while I’m incredibly grateful for it, I also find myself overwhelmed by the pressure that comes with it.

The challenge is that I can’t give all of my attention to this one job because I have other projects and responsibilities that also require my time and energy. It’s nerve-wracking because part of me is excited and eager to begin, while another part of me feels paralyzed by the thought of not being good enough or not being able to meet the standards I’ve set for myself.

Maybe that’s the irony of being ambitious: sometimes, the desire to do something exceptionally well becomes the very thing that makes you afraid to start. But perhaps proving yourself isn’t about being perfect or always being number one. Maybe it’s about having the courage to start, knowing that you may not be the best yet, and being willing to work until you become someone who can meet the standard.

Today is supposed to be a celebration of the day I was born.

As people around me greet me, tell me to enjoy my day, to be grateful for another year, and to look forward to what comes next, I find myself sitting here, staring into the dark, thinking about ending it all.

Before today, I didn't have a plan. But right now, the desperation is overwhelming. I’m just searching for the fastest, cleanest way to disappear.

This day only comes once a year. For weeks, I actually looked forward to it. I wasn't asking for a grand celebration or expensive gifts. I just wanted one day to be happy. That’s all. Just one day to feel light.

I just wanted a day where I could feel the same happiness I’ve spent so much time trying to give other people.

I have spent my entire life being the giver. I constantly put everyone else’s happiness above my own, making sure the people around me feel loved, celebrated, and seen. But just for today, I wanted to be on the receiving end. Just once, I wanted to feel the same warmth I keep giving away.

I guess it’s my fault for expecting anything at all. Maybe it’s also the fact that I’ve been off my medication for a month now. But man, I am so tired of feeling this low. I don't want to fight anymore.

I had to get a feel for it. There are some desperate sad lonely people that hop on here and prey on people in weak times on these threads. If it seems too good to be true it probably is. Pretending to be someone’s person is pretty weird really. I can see why you have to pretend, because you will never have it in your real life😂 my person is an asshole and I love the fuck outa her. You ain’t her ya weird ass

There are still so many things I never got to tell you.

I really hope you follow your dreams. You have so many of them, and I hope you get to build all the businesses you want, do the car thing, the aviation thing, whatever it is that makes you happy. You’re still young. The world is your oyster.

I genuinely wish you well.

Sometimes, I still catch myself thinking, what if I had just taken the risk? What if I had set aside my fears and just let myself try? Because I know you would’ve been there.

And sometimes I wish I wasn’t this broken. I wish I didn’t carry so much fear and damage from everything that came before you. Maybe then I could’ve given you the chance you deserved.

But I can’t change where I am right now.

So I hope you keep choosing yourself. Keep chasing your dreams. Keep becoming the person you want to be.

And I really, really hope life gives you everything you’re hoping for.

I just wish I could’ve met you at a time when I was ready.

Ghad why does this hurt so much? 😭

“you know what’s cruel?”

it’s not loving you.
it’s knowing i have to pretend i don’t.
because some feelings aren’t meant to be confessed.
they’re meant to be carried quietly until they lose their weight.
but mine never did.
i keep meeting you in ordinary moments, and somehow, they become unforgettable.
and i hate that.
because you’re just existing.
you’re laughing, talking, living your life.
and i’m here, trying to survive the gravity of a feeling that doesn’t even belong anywhere.
there’s no betrayal to blame.
no ending to mourn.
just a thousand unsaid things slowly turning into grief.
do you know what yearning feels like?
it’s grieving someone who’s still alive.
it’s missing a place you’ve never been.
it’s loving a future that was never promised to you.
and maybe that’s why this hurts so much.
there was never an “us” to lose.
yet somehow, i still feel like i’ve lost something.
maybe it was only the version of me that believed wanting something badly enough could make it stay.
or maybe it was the quiet hope i never admitted i was holding.
either way, i think i’m mourning something that never even existed.
and i don’t know if that’s the saddest part.
or if the saddest part is knowing that tomorrow, i’ll see you again…

and i’ll fall for you all over again.

Thank you for letting me be when I said I needed some space, maybe for a month. I was so overwhelmed with the ongoing training for additional work in my corporate job and a very demanding side hustle (yet fulfilling).

You said, maybe I should try two or three weeks instead. I haven’t noticed that it has been two weeks already. Why? Idk. Maybe I’ve just been enjoying my own company. I got to take care of myself more.

Our dynamics really go well. Our communication is without a doubt. It’s so sad that even though we communicate all the time about our issues, concerns, and struggles, I am still here struggling with how to say that I want to be on my own moving forward.

Maybe I got tired of communicating my concerns with no actions afterwards. Maybe I am still in the moment when you forgot our first anniversary, even though we are each other’s first. Maybe I still remember the time when I said I didn't feel your love that much, but you always said that you have your own ways of showing love. Maybe I got tired of saying a thing before you act, then saying, “makiramdam ka naman” and you saying “I’d be better.” Or maybe I’m just too petty when I pointed out the time you chose to finish your food alone without offering me even a single piece of fries. Hehe.

I think I need to choose myself this time. Thank you for those five beautiful years.