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Nasigaw ko pangalan nya tas andito sila Ate. HAHAHA

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"Hinding hindi kita iiwanan."
“Nandito lang ako.”
“Di ko kayang mawala ka.”
“Never kitang igi-give up.”
“Tandaan mo, sobrang special mo sa’kin.”
“Mahal na mahal kita.”
“Sa akin ka lang, ha?”
“Ako lang ah.”
“I love you. Sobra.”

☺️😊😍😍😍😍😍☺️😊

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Daming firsts. :)

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HAPPY SATURDAY

5th time today. 😊☺️😍

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Bawing bawi yung di namin pagkita nung Wednesday sa Happy Thursday at Happy Friday namin. And still going for Happy Saturday. 😊😊😍😘

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I have to constantly remind myself that I am only a number two. I have to remind myself that I cannot complain or get angry when we won’t be able to meet because I am never the priority. I have to remind myself that, no, I can never be the first choice. I have to remind myself that I am not, and will never be, of importance as much as they are. I cannot believe that I was able to cry in a public mall, with hundreds of people whispering, asking each other, guessing what has happened to me, while their eyes, their judgmental eyes, scans me from head to toe. I didn’t know that I have the power to walk from one end of the mall to the other with my head facing down but still be able to make my way through without bumping in to people. Head down, but still be able to hear them, see them. My heart never felt this pain before. My literal heart felt like the blood that it was pumping was draining out. My figurative heart got torn to pieces, which recently just got fixed. I do not know what to do. As I’m writing this, in a PUV, my tears are still falling from the pain I felt. My heart has never been this crushed before. I felt like all of me got trampled on by the harsh reality. I felt like I was a clean paper, torn to pieces and then crumpled and thrown down the ground and got trampled on by the sucky, rude and terrible reality. But again, I do not have the right to complain. I chose this position. It was my choice to be here and be treated like this. So I have to deal with this kind of pain all the time. I have to accept the fact that there isn’t a way to ameliorate this pain. And that I have to keep most of my thoughts to myself. So that the pain will only be mine. I am only a number two: figuratively, because I belong down the drain; and literally, because I am never the first. Never.

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