lettersbySamantha
Based on a true story.
Hi, I'm Samantha. I met Gio in Malate in 2007.
I was 19. He was 23.
He didn't speak perfect English-but somehow, I understood him.
He didn't say much, but when he looked at me... it felt like everything was said.
I remember the nights-the loud streets of Malate, karaoke rooms, and moments that felt small but stayed with me the longest.
I remember the night he came back holding a big teddy bear from Blue Magic, saying "I'm sorry" in the simplest way.
We were in a long-distance relationship for 1 year and 2 months.
Then, without a word, he disappeared for two months.
One day, he suddenly called to surprised me, Gio was already in the Philippines.
He stayed for a week, like nothing had changed.
But after he went back to Korea... everything changed again.
He became distant. Cold.
And this time he never came back.
In 2009, I went to Japan.
I waited for months, hoping he would call.
I even extended my visa, still holding on.
But life moved forward.
I met someone who knew my story and chose to stay.
Five months later, he proposed.
In 2010, I got married.
My husband and Gio share the same age and the same birthday.
And sometimes, on that day... I still remember him.
Nineteen years later, I still have that teddy bear.
This is not a perfect love story.
It's about love, waiting, and learning how to let go.
Because maybe... some people are not meant to stay.
They are only meant to become a memory you carry with you wherever you go.
"Some people are not meant to stay in your life...
but they will always stay in your story."