Katryna San Jose

You loved. That’s all that matters. You loved.

I am done holding on to things and people. I am done waiting. I am done hoping for something to happen. I am done hurting myself for expecting something more than what people can give me.

Most of all, she never thought that she could be that brave for allowing herself to love that man without asking for anything in return. He made her feel fearless.

I know that you have a lot going on in your life but there’s a saying that if something or if someone’s your priority, you can always make time for them, if you want to. If you really want to.

It’s just there. It stays.

I couldn’t believe that you did that, sing to me in a crowded place. I never thought that you could be brave enough to do that.

Sometimes, my mind is a mess and I need someone to just be there for me and wait patiently until I snap out of it or to make sense out of it. I need that someone to be you.

The real kind of love wouldn’t just run out even if they won’t accept it. The real kind of love wouldn’t just fade even if they don’t return it.

We would think that they are too good for us. We would think that we don’t deserve them. We would think that they deserve better than us and that we are not worthy to be chosen by them.

My first wish would be to see you once more. To be able to look at you standing right in front of me.

I didn’t want to wish for you. I could have said something better than your name, but is there such a thing? I could have ignored this 11:11 wish thing that they do but how else could I tell the universe how much I want to be with you?

I wanted to make you feel like I was doing perfectly fine without you. Instead of saying what I really wanted to say.

Just let go and take everything as it comes and as it goes. Nothing is permanent in this world.

I hope that she know she deserves it. She deserves to be happy. She deserves the love that the people around her want to give her.

I want you to know that I have let go of everything, all my questions, my fears, my what ifs, my understated pain, everything that involves you.

I just can’t figure out why you still pop in from time to time. I hate it because it makes me angry at myself, for letting you and those memories take over me once more. Every time that happens, I feel like I’m losing a battle that I wasn’t prepared for and I didn’t know I was fighting.

She is the raging storm. She moves people and inspires them by the things that she does and the things that she can do.

I realized that maybe you were a gift from the universe. A gift that I had to learn from or to teach me something. I’ve already consumed my gift and I just couldn’t keep you anymore. So I had to give you back.