Gale

I genuinely love seeing others happy and knowing I can contribute. People are precious, and I genuinely do care. Just maybe not in the way you want. The thing is, I’m not fully here. I’m not capable.  I’m not interested in opening all of the pieces of my heart and letting someone be the missing ones, because I just don’t know how.   Maybe I am just someone who can appreciate love but doesn’t need to be in it.  I’ve done that before.  I loved so hard that I felt I needed it. I’ve been through the whole thing. The bad parts. The good ones. I’ve picked my self back up and made something. This is years of progress held together with bandaids and courage. And maybe I’m okay with that. Maybe I’m just not ready for that again.   Trust me. Love looks amazing. I think I would like to be in it again, but not today.

Gusto ko maging masaya.
          Gusto ko maging totoong masaya.
          Gusto ko yung masayang matagal,
          Gusto ko yung masayang hindi natatapos.

Ang ganda nmn poo. Petmalu po ung push and pull naiyak ako sobra

Hi idol! Pa-autograph naman po ng soon to be publish nyong book!! Naks #supportsupport

If you hate my story. I’m sorry, it was not written for you.

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Hi ate Gale! 

I have a new on-going story titled "My American Love" for 2017. 

Being a writer is so difficult because everything there is to be said, has already been said, in better words, by somebody else.

“And maybe what growing up really means is knowing that you don’t have to be just a character, going whichever way the story says. It’s knowing you could be the author instead.”
          Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead