May 9, 2022
The day before the national campaign season started, we broke up. You broke up with me. I'm not entirely sure why. You never gave me any concrete reason nor time to fight for you, for us. You even blocked me from your social media accounts, I wouldn't be surprised if my phone number was blocked.
Days, weeks, and months have passed by and I constantly see you and your entire family on the news and various social media platforms. You instantly became the "crush of bayan" and the crowd's favorite during the campaign season. That idea alone made me smile. Clearly, there are a lot of my fellow Filipinos who saw how great your entire family is. Among those rotten and withering plants in the position, there was a blooming rose ready to represent us, Filipinos, that seek change and good leadership.
As a volunteer since day 1, I have been hoping that we may accidentally run into each other, but so far it has never happened and I am gradually losing hope that we might end up together again. It hurts every time I witness people asking if you are in love, single or dating, and you and ate Aika will constantly answer "Election Ban". The day my heart was constantly breaking into millions of pieces.
To be close to you again... it is just a wistful thought. The day I watched you being hugged by various people who we both knew had crushes on you, especially the person you told me not to worry about. My heart shattered again and again as I witnessed the joy reflecting in their eyes, the undeniable warmth on yours while looking at that person. I could no longer bear it and left.
The closest I have been to you ever since we broke up, from the day I saw you with another, was in Makati for the Miting de Avance for the Leni-Kiko Tandem. Standing perfectly and confidently, you glowed brighter and brighter, as if you had never lost something or someone you deeply treasured in your heart. I feel guilty for even thinking that I want you to suffer the same way I am suffering. My heart, my light, and my home that you harshly took away. We were never meant to be.
Close to you yet unreachable.
Forever and last...I love you, Dr. Janine Patricia Gerona Robredo.
Always,
Yaba (love)
