Moving on...

New beginnings…

All of me was screaming for new beginnings.

Except my heart, which chose to stay behind.

So I left it behind.

Apas nalang xa kung kaya niya na…

But the rest of me should move on.

Widening horizons.

Taking on the road ahead.

Someone told me that I could never completely love someone unless I, myself, am complete. I thought at first that I was already complete. But I realized that I am not. And I try to fill my empty spaces with him and realize how wrong that was.

But being human, are we ever truly complete? Is it not our inability to complete ourselves that drives us and gives us a sense of purpose?

I don’t know anymore.

I just know that somehow my soul suddenly awoke as if from a dream and realized something vital was stolen in its sleep. And now, it’s frantically searching for what else could have been taken away and if it could still hold on to whatever is still there.

At first I felt cheated. Abandoned. Hurt. Like I was drowning and the very hands I was expecting to pull me up suddenly withdrew.

But the thing is, I know I can swim… I’m just afraid to try.

And even when it still hurts in places

and I still find myself feeling like I’m sinking sometimes,

I also know,

for a fact,

that I’ll be just fine…