r/PinoyUnsentLetters

Usad na tayo?

Yes, usad na!

I’m proud of you!

Labyuuu hurot!

I think the hardest part about dating you wasn't that we ended.

It was realizing we met when neither of us could love the way we wanted to.

You weren't a stranger, but you never became my person either. We stayed somewhere in between, close enough to imagine a future and far enough to never reach it.

I still catch myself wondering who we could have been if life had introduced us a little later. Maybe we would have chosen each other without fear. Maybe we would have stayed.

Instead, you're someone I used to date, carrying a future we'll never get to live.

I don't miss what we were.

I grieve what we could have been.

Hi ano na balita sayo? Sana okay ka na, manageable na lahat at payat ka na din. Haha

What if sabay natin pakinggan 1000th episode ng koolpals? Hahaha

Miss u po pati na din mainit mong yakap na nakakapaso. Haha

-B

You don't have to have everything figured out.

It's okay to be exhausted. It's okay to rest. Healing isn't a race, and your worth has never been measured by how well you hide your pain.

If today all you did was make it through, that's enough.

Be gentle with yourself. You're growing, even when it doesn't feel like it.

I still remember how kind and gentle you were to me. You used to send unexpected compliments, say "I miss you," apologize when you made a mistake, share random updates about your day, and stay up talking to me late into the night till morning and would grab breakfast because we crave for somethin

Those little things may have seemed ordinary to you, but they meant everything to me.
Pero alam ko rin na hindi lang ikaw ang nagbago. I had my faults too. There were times when I let my emotions get the best of me. May mga nasabi akong masasakit na salita dahil nasaktan ako, dahil galit ako, o dahil hindi ko alam kung paano ipaliwanag nang maayos yung nararamdaman ko. I know my words hurt you, and if I could take them back, I would. For that, I'm truly sorry. Im sorry for controlling and hindering you with the things you’re happy to do rn.
Pero kahit gano'n, I never thought we'd become this distant.

Unti-unting nawala yung warmth sa mga usapan natin. The effort that once came so naturally started to feel forced, until one day, it felt like I was talking to someone completely different. I really miss my old self also, the old us. You, sometimes gives the forced ‘iloveyou’

I don't just miss you. I miss the way you cared. I miss the random updates, the late-night conversations, the way you'd reassure me without me asking, and the comfort of knowing that I mattered to you. I miss the version of us that felt like we could get through anything together.

Maybe people change. Maybe love changes too. Maybe we both made mistakes that slowly pushed us apart. But sometimes, I still catch myself wondering what happened to the man I loved-the man who was patient with me, gentle with me, and never made me question his feelings. Im sorry if i felt like i was left alone hanging. I still love you, i really do. Im staying not because nasasayangn ako or whatever to the memories we shared, the ups and downs we’ve been to. I felt like i lost a partner, a duo and a person na takbuhan at kausap sa kahit anong bagay. I hate myself for feeling like this.

I know I wasn't always easy to love. I know my emotions sometimes turned into words that wounded instead of healed. But despite everything, a part of me still misses you.
Not just who you are now, but who you used to be. And sometimes, I wonder if you ever look back and miss us too. Because i fucking miss that.

Please do not reply for now. I just want to release this thoughts after seeing that random vid i created back in 2022 when we were still happy together.

I somehow would question myself if it’s too much. I wont beg for your time, or effort anymore. I will step back silently and let you feel the space where my love used to be.

Im tired of being the strong one when im falling apart too.

Have a nice day ahead at kumain ka please. Iloveyou 🫶🏻

Hey.

I've been trying to get you off my system for weeks now, but I guess it's easier said than done. People who know about the situation have been telling me to get over it, to get over you—but I just can't. Your ghost haunts me every few hours, from the moment I wake up to when I'm about to sleep.

We haven't talked about it—maybe you assume that we already did as you've already told me your piece, but you didn't even bother hearing me out. You said you were sorry, then you were out. You were the one who did me wrong. You were the one who left, you were the one who decided to leave things on a sour note. Why am I the only one feeling shitty while you continue to act like nothing happened?

I was starting to feel okay again, but then you appear out of nowhere as if nothing happened. You keep on dragging me down the hole whenever I'm close to climbing out, then you leave me in the dark all over again. I wanted us to be okay, so so bad, but I'm human. I get tired, too.

So I guess this is where I'm leaving us. I'm putting this out on the void, since that's what it feels like whenever I try communicating with you, anyway. I'm not sorry that I'm no longer trying, but I feel sorry for myself. That's where it stops. You don't get to do that to me.

But you're still running in my head. How do I make you stop?

The worst part is, she never looked back. Not even once. She just went on with her life, like nothing ever happened. Like she never said those words before. Like she never got hurt. Like she never tried to hurt you.

The world is healing.

Di na ako umaabot ng 15 times. This is growth. Wala na. Tapos na. You shall never get that version of me again 😌

I hope you knew, somewhere in between our hidden conversations, that you are now my favorite almost.

Not quite a regret. Not quite a wish. But you’re more like a quiet what could have been that lingers longer than it should…

[06.21.26]

We ended on good terms, but I’m still living with the guilt of letting you go, imagining that you secretly resent me for making that decision.

Even though we're not together anymore, I hope I brought something meaningful to your life. I hope you felt whatever small amount of kindness and love I had left in my heart.

I'm also sorry for making your first relationship a painful memory. You were the first person to fully embrace every fiber of my being, even if we didn't fit perfectly. Please don't think it was your fault it didn't work out in the end. You're still the same bright, optimistic person, and I'm hoping your life will get better without me.

As for me... I've been feeling unwell and will probably stay in bed for a week or so. But if there's one thing you've taught me, it's to believe that better days exists, even when today feels the worst. It makes me wonder if someday, someone like you can see through the darkest depths of my soul and love me through it all. Or maybe at least die with a smile, because failure is the only guarantee.

I miss you. I do. And in time like this, I wish you’d hold my hand and squeeze it tight. I miss you and I just want to run to you and hug you tight.

I just want to be loved. To be seen, understood, and cherished. I want someone who pours into me with the same care and devotion that I so freely give.

Lately, I wonder when I'm supposed to stop searching. At what point do I accept that maybe the kind of love I long for isn't meant for me?

I know I have so much love to give. I just wish, for once, someone would love me the way I love them.

I truly am.

I hope you continue to find success in all your endeavors. You deserve to thrive because you’ve been working hard all your life.

I will continue to clap for you from afar. I always root for you.

I wish you happiness, too.

Please be well.

You know what I think hurts the most? It's knowing what your love feels like... and knowing that one day, someone else will have it for the rest of their life.

Someone else will be the one you come home to. They'll hear your random thoughts, laugh at your jokes, see the little sides of you that I once got to know. They'll be loved by you on ordinary days, not just the special ones. They'll get the version of you that I always wished I could keep.

And the hardest part is... I know exactly how lucky they'll be.

I'm grateful I got to experience your love even for a little while. But sometimes I think that's what makes it hurt even more. I know what I'll never have again.

To the one who's reading this. Gusto ko lang sabihin na malay mo isang araw makita mo na yung para sayo, yung the one na hinihintay mo. Pero habang ngayon wala pa, just enjoy lang okay? Hindi naman porket na mag isa lang tayo, walang someone or what eh hindi na tayo kamahal mahal. Gusto kong ipaalala sayo na you are worth it, you deserve to happy and to be loved always. Ingat ka palagi and sana maging ka palagi. Mahalaga ka.

I think what scared me the most wasn't you. It was the possibility of us. The thought of what could have happened if I had allowed myself to fully embrace what was already growing between us.

I had become so used to being overlooked, to quietly passing through people's lives without leaving much behind, that being truly seen felt unfamiliar. Almost overwhelming. When you looked at me the way you did, it felt like stepping out of a shadow I had lived in for far too long. Part of me longed for that warmth, but another part didn't know how to exist in it.

Your love was gentle in a way I never knew how to receive. You never asked me to be anyone other than myself. You never made me feel like I had to earn your affection or prove that I deserved it. You accepted me as I was, and somehow that was both the most comforting and the most frightening thing I had ever experienced.

What I never understood was how you couldn't see yourself the way I saw you. Your kindness, your quiet strength, and the way your smile could change the atmosphere of an entire room. Even the parts of you shaped by pain only made me admire you more. They reminded me of everything you had survived and of your remarkable ability to keep choosing kindness despite it all. You were never too much. If anything, you were always more than enough.

Maybe that's why I was so afraid. Loving someone like you meant facing something real. It meant allowing myself to believe that I could have something beautiful, and I wasn't sure I was brave enough for that.

I still miss you in ways I can't fully put into words. I still care about you more deeply than I've ever been able to admit. Sometimes I find myself wondering what our story would have looked like if I had been just a little less afraid, and a little more willing to believe that I deserved the love you were so freely giving.

Not because I hate you

Not because I'm still hurt

But because I might not be able to resist you

So stop looking for me

Don't even check up on me

Hope you're now hyperfixated over someone more wonderful, rather than the one who used to destroy you

Yes, I still wish you well

That's the least I can do because you won't be with me ever again

give yourself a chance to meet someone new don't go back to someone who was already lucky enough to have you and did not value you

To the stranger reading this, and to myself because I need this reminder just as much, please give yourself the chance to be loved by someone new.

I know it's tempting to look back, especially when the familiar comes knocking again. But why would we return to someone who had every opportunity to love us, yet still chose to let us go? Love shouldn't leave us begging to be chosen. It shouldn't leave us questioning whether we were ever enough.

Before you consider going back, remember everything it took for you to survive. Remember the nights you cried yourself to sleep, trying to comfort a heart that felt like it had nothing left. Remember the countless conversations with friends and family, hoping someone could make sense of what happened. Remember every moment you questioned your worth because someone else's inability to love you made you forget your own value.

Remember when you convinced yourself that you'd never find a love like that again.

Maybe that's exactly the point.

I hope we never find a love like that again.

I hope we find the kind of love that stays. The kind that chooses us wholeheartedly. The kind that brings peace instead of confusion, consistency instead of excuses, and reassurance instead of uncertainty. A love that never makes us wonder where we stand.

At the same time, if we were the ones who lied, cheated, manipulated, or hurt someone who genuinely loved us, then the responsibility is ours to change before asking for another chance. Love also requires accountability.

So, to anyone reading this, and to the future version of myself, don't let loneliness rewrite history. Missing someone doesn't erase the pain they caused, and nostalgia isn't proof that they were meant for you.

Be proud of the strength it took to rebuild yourself. If the person who once let you go ever comes back, I hope you've healed enough to remember that your peace was never something you found because of them. It was something you found after them.

Choose the love that chooses you the first time. And if that love hasn't found you yet, keep choosing yourself until it does.

It has been years, and I've waited, but nothing has happened. I don't understand why you keep waiting for me if you aren't going to do anything. If you've been quietly watching me all this time, know that I've noticed you too.

There's something I need to tell you. I've been diagnosed with a disease, and it has changed the way I look at life. I don't want you to keep waiting for me because I know there may come a day when it's simply too late.

Please move on. Find someone who can give you the future you've always dreamed of. Get married, build a family, and live a happy life. I don't want to remain just your "long-time crush," the person who makes you smile whenever you see me or hear my voice, but never becomes part of your life.

If you never intended to approach me, then please stop asking people about me. We both deserve the chance to move forward instead of living in "what ifs."