Shattered Promises

I was so bored that time, so I stalked some people on my Instagram account. I saw yours, and you caught my attention in a blink of an eye. You called me witty because I told you some Aklanon words that you didn't understand at all and made fun of you because of that. Then that's when we became close.
 
We became friends; we talked for hours all day as if there were no tomorrow. We've become so close to each other. You were so good to me that it could make me fall for you. You brag about your friend, and we became friends too. One night he would confront me and ask if I liked you. I said, "Yes, I like him." He was surprised by that because you said to him that I liked him, but it's not. It's you; it's you whom I like. The day after your birthday, I profess my feelings for you. You didn't reply to me, ASAP, and that's so unusual to me. I guess you're so shocked about what I've said, and at the same time, I'm overthinking. Like, what if you're going to reject me, and after that, you ignore me or ghost me? And many negative thoughts are running through my mind. Minutes pass, you reply to me, and you keep saying "miss humanities" till you say "I like you too." I was surprised too, because you did like me in a short time with me. You courted me for many months; you also said, "Don't say yes to me until you're 18, I'm already 18, and you just turned 16." Every week, you would serenade me if you weren't busy. You always brag about me to your family—your grandparents, to be exact—as well as to the sacristans that you go with to church to serve in every Sunday's mass. You also brag me to father, and then you will tell him that he will be the one who will marry us in the future. We were always so happy, but sometimes we fought. I can't bear to lose you, to the point where I always crave your presence and am always eager to talk to you when I have free time. You made me feel loved and made me feel like I deserved to be treated right. You cared for me. You are there when I need someone to lean on and to hold on when I'm at my lowest point, where I became vulnerable and fragile. But you're there to coax me. Your love is my solace. But suddenly, something happened. You disappeared. You disappeared for six months. I was so down in the dump every day, and there's so many what-ifs running through my mind. And it made me think. After that, I fell asleep after crying for hours.
 
You came back after 6 months—July 1, 2024, to be exact. You were saying sorry for everything you did and explained to me everything. I knew from the very start that you had disappeared. It'll be over for us, and guess what? I'm right. Our lovely promises to each other are just scattered. Shattered promises, to be exact. If there's another life in the next universe, I hope I will be your girl again. In a different place, where our two hearts collide again and find joy. Through dreams and starts, we will enjoy every moment. I would still choose you as my greatest love. To the person who made me feel what shattered promises were like.

8-4-24