"Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story.

There is no other version of this story."

That was the plan, right?

Sa start pa lang, we already had that exact talk.

And though we didn't think if would be sooner, we thought it'll be when we're old and 80.

But that was the plan. 

IF the end comes, you would want to go first.

I would want to be the one left.

And now fate played this plot twist on us.

But instead, we ended. 🥺

We ended samtang sayu pa. You said sure ta masakitan rako ig madugay. I figured that. I've imagined all kinds of scenarios in my head, all the ways i could get hurt.

But i never once thought about the hurt of us ending.

Wasn't this our plan?

That we will stay with each other until one has to leave first.

You: "Me first. 💛😊 selfish paminawon pero ganahan pa ko mo live longer  ako partner and if ever man gani mauna ko, makakita pa siya og new one nga panggaon rajud gihapon siya til the end. 😊"

Me: "Ako, me last. Bec i dont want them go thru the grief and agony of losing someone they love. Id rather go thru that kind of pain than go first, and knowing they're heartbroken."

PS. Sorry this is kind of darker letter. I wanted to keep my letters positive and genuine but some days are heavier because this was the kind of love we felt so sure about, the kind of love thats strong enough to handle the silent battles and life's worsts, the kind of love we deserved, and prayed for all along. 🥺

But i won't stop hoping and trying.

Because YOU,  loving you, and this kind of love are all worth not giving up on.