TO LOVE AGAIN

TO LOVE AGAIN

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Naranasan niyo na bang magka crush? Alam ko oo. Naranasan niyo na rin ba na kiligin kahit palihim lang? Naranasan niyo na rin ba na sabihan ka ng crush mo na crush ka din niya? Lahat ng nararanasan niyo ay naranasan ko na din. Yung feeling na parang nasa heaven kana at kinuha kana ni Lord. Hehe biro lang. Yung feeling na araw araw kayong magkasama kahit hindi pa kayo. Tapos yung lagi ka niyang hinahatid sundo. Yung hanggang na fall kana sa kanya tapos ganun din pala siya. Yieee! Kakilig diba? Yung always kayong nagta-travel, eating, etc. Everything na nakakapagpasaya sa inyo. . . . . . . . . . Until everything went to nothing. Yung feeling na cold na siya sayo, di ka niya kinakausap, at di kana niya hinahatid sundo at tinetext at tawagan. Feeling na sobrang sakit sa puso? Yan yung naramdamn ko. At ang mas malala eh yung may bago na siya. Grabe! Doble pala yung sakit na nararamdaman ko anytime na nakikita ko sila. Hanggang sa dumating sa punto na kailangan ko siyang tanungin kung bakit ganun nalang yung sa amin dalawa. Hanggang sa.... naaksidente ako and everything is going to nothing. Am I ready to love again?
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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