And You Became My Favorite Track

Prologue

Love. It's a word we hear in many songs, each melody trying to whisper its meaning—its sweetness, its pain, its mystery. But really, what is love? Is it just a fleeting feeling, a spark ignited by a moment, or something deeper, more profound?

What could be the feeling of loving someone and being loved by someone?

Hindi ko rin alam. While all I know is that love has many faces, romantic, platonic, or anything else, I can name them all pero honestly, what is love, really?

At what moment does it become clear, that what you're feeling deserves to be called love?

How would you know when it's truly love, and not simply the echo of your own yearnings?

Ako, I think love is complex at mararamdaman mo naman 'yan everywhere, at any time, at any place but what if it feels like love is out of reach. — like an invisible barrier keeping you from ever feeling its warmth?

What if you've given all of yourself to love, only to learn that it left you broken and empty?

What if love itself has abandoned you, leaving nothing but scars where hope once lived?

Perhaps love is like music. It's something impalpable yet powerful, created with colorful stories and swirl of emotions but understood only when felt— when held close.

Like a song, it resonates differently with anyone—sometimes it's a quiet hum, other times a sound that consumes your world. Maybe, like music, love becomes clear in the moments we let ourselves be vulnerable. In silence, between each beat. — or the pain in a haunting tune, there, we find its essence —not in its definition, but rather in the way it moves us mysteriously, unexpectedly.

New Phases, New Places

Summer, Year 2022

New beginnings of life often come with joy and excitement, but for me, this one felt more like a rain brewing on the horizon.

The thought of leaping into a new phase, leaving behind everything familiar, should have felt like a new exploration but instead, it was weighed down with uncertainty and the heavy pressure of expectations.

I had always painted a future of my own making, but now it seemed like I was just following a path that had been laid out for me.

New places, new opportunities—yet, all I could think of was what I was leaving behind.

Was I ready to accept this new phase, or was I simply being pulled along by forces beyond my control?

Summer is almost over. Another school year, perhaps another journey approaches and I am not yet fully ready for it. All I know is that I really enjoy this time of my life, being myself, doing the things I love.

While many people go out and enjoy the rest of their summer vacation, I always choose to do my own thing alone and being locked up in my room.

Isa pa, hindi rin ako gumagala ng madalas nitong bakasyon because I had to help my family in running our ventures.

Siyempre naman, I had nothing to worry about these days kaya naman I was super chill and collected.

Nakakapagod man ang magbantay sa bakery at laundry shop, mas nakakapagod pa rin ang mag-aral.