19 parts Complete They say love is patient. Love is kind.
But no one ever told us that love... forgets.
That sometimes, love comes home late, avoids your gaze, and smells like unfamiliar perfume.
Minsan... love becomes a stranger wearing the face of the person you swore your life to.
We were once the couple people envied.
The ones who laughed at inside jokes, dreamed of baby names, and slow danced in the kitchen at 2AM.
But things changed. Slowly. Quietly.
At first, it was the way he stopped asking if I was okay.
Then, it was the way I stopped answering-because I knew he wouldn't listen anyway.
I never begged.
Not for his time. Not for his love. Not even when I felt it slipping through my fingers.
And he never noticed.
Not the tears.
Not the silence.
Not even the way I held my stomach one last time and whispered goodbye.
Some things were lost in the spaces between what we said... and what we never dared to.
And sometimes, the loudest kind of heartbreak is the one no one hears.
He held me once like I was his whole world.
Now, I wonder if he'll remember the weight of my hand...
When the world forgets I was ever here.
Hindi ko alam kung kailan nagsimulang lumamig ang mga yakap mo.
Kung kailan naging mas madalas ang katahimikan kaysa sa halik sa noo.
Pero alam ko kung kailan ako tuluyang nawala sa'yo-noong hindi mo na ako hinanap.
This isn't a story of blame.
Or betrayal.
Or even goodbye.
This is the story of us.
The version no one got to see.
The part after the vows.
The part where love stayed... but we didn't.
"And Then There Was Us."
Sometimes, forever isn't a promise.
It's a countdown.