Letters to Nesa, From Charlotte

Letter no. 14

"Pack up na, Pinas."

"Sorry guys, I failed you."

"I'm okay."

"I'm sorry for being such a disappointment. It's just that, the timing wasn't right. I'm sorry. Please continue to support Charlotte."

To Nesa,

I know we already talked about this. You needed time. Your career is about to bloom and this is the only choice and opportunity you have to build a comfortable life for your family. I agreed but it doesn't mean I wasn't hurt. It's a bitter pill to swallow, a painful truth that cuts deep. You, in the span of two months, had to show our small pandafolk family that you already moved on, while I was left to grapple with the remnants of a connection I thought was real.

It's a cruel irony, isn't it? While I was investing my emotions, my hopes, my dreams into our budding relationship, you were already entangled with someone else. It leaves a bitter taste, a sense of betrayal that I can't seem to shake off. But seeing you pursue your ultimate dream, seeing how hard working you are, I know this will all be worth it.

Baby, I am willing to sacrifice my own happiness if that means seeing you on top. You deserve it because you prayed for it.

Other fans can't help but question the sincerity of your words, the authenticity of your feelings. Were they ever genuine? Or were they merely a facade, a performance to entertain?

I'm not asking for pity or sympathy. I'm merely expressing the raw pain and disappointment that I'm feeling. I am doing my best to distract them. I even made myself a clown in front of my viewers. I understand the complexities of your situation. The pressures of your career, the need to maintain a public image, I get it. But that doesn't lessen the pain I feel.

We shared moments of connection, of understanding, of hope. I thought we were building something real, something special. But it seems I was wrong.

I respect your decision to keep this low-key. However, it's difficult to reconcile the person I thought I knew with the one who chose to keep me hidden.

I'll carry this disappointment, this heartbreak. But I'll also carry the memories we shared, the laughter, the late-night talks. They were real, and they meant something to me.

I wish you all the best in your career and in your personal life. May you find the happiness and fulfillment you deserve.

-From Charlotte