It has been a long time since I last wrote my POV. So many things have happened in my life lately—so much love, so many lessons quietly unfolding day by day.
Today, I dressed up to go out and buy the things I will need for our project tomorrow. The air felt a little cold, as the country is just recovering from a recent typhoon. While standing in front of the mirror earlier, lost in my own thoughts, he suddenly crossed my mind—the boy I secretly call “December Boy.”
He is one of those rare lights that appear in the middle of a cloudy rainbow.
I found myself remembering our last meeting, our last conversation, before I honestly shared with him my reasons and realizations about relationships.
He started courting me in December 2025. At first, I did not recognize it, because I was still hurt and lost at that time. I thought he was simply a good-looking guy who would remain just a friend, someone I had known before.
But he was more than that. He was kind, respectful, gentle, and sincere. There was nothing about him that I could complain about. In fact, I even told him, “I love myself more this time, and I am happy.” Yet he continued to show me a pure and genuine kind of courtship.
I almost gave him a chance… but it remained an almost.
I realized something important within myself: I am no longer interested in entering a relationship. Maybe I do not know what tomorrow will bring, but for now, I have learned that feelings can be deceiving, and I do not want to be fooled again.
The lessons from my past have taught me to be careful with my heart.
And thankfully, he understood.
For the first time in my life, he is the only man I have been completely honest with, and that honesty made me feel comfortable and safe.
To make the long story short, I chose not to give him a chance—not even a chance to remain as close friends. I do not want to entertain another person while I am still giving my time and energy to healing and rebuilding myself.
This is how my experiences have shaped me through the years.
Some people might think I am being too much, too serious, or too young to think this way—but that is their opinion.
I love myself more than anything now. My family fills me with the love I once longed for, and God loves me in a way no human ever could.
To you, my December Boy, thank you for your gentleness and patience with me. If this is not our time now… perhaps, in another time, in another season, in God’s perfect plan.
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