Daylight 🌅

A short story from reputation and lover. [NSFW]

You’re so gorgeous…

They were having parties with common friends and she already had a crush on him, she used to hate him because of this feeling. She hated the fact that she couldn’t have him so she started to ignore him and then he had the audacity to touch her hand out of nowhere.

I think he knows…

After that, they started chatting and soon they became friends. Also. there was always a strong tension between them but they were hesitant to talk about it. Well somehow their actions spoke and they did what they had to do.

It’s a cruel summer with you…

They decided that they will become friends with benefits. She told him that there would be no rules in this relationship and they would not fall for each other. It would be an unbreakable heaven because you can’t break something that wasn’t made at the first place.

The problem was that she herself was falling for him but she couldn’t tell him about it, because she thought it would affect their relationship & she didn’t want to lose him. She didn’t want to keep it a secret either just so she can keep him. so she finally said it, as she should.

Isn’t it delicate?

She was unsure of whether he’d like her back or not because her reputation was the problem. She started wondering about if he dreams about her or not.

She was also jealous of him seeing the other girls back at home. She claimed that they couldn’t touch him the way she did. She didn’t want to share him & would always ask him to stay the night with her. She would always pretend that he was hers for the whole damn time.

Only bought this dress so you could take it off…

No one knew about their relationship, not even their close friends. Their friends used to think that they are just friends but who’s gonna tell them that she didn’t want him as a best friend. So they had to stay away from each other to avoid the suspicion, but there was always this tension about when it was going to end so they could do what they wanted to do. He was always trying to see the good side of her.

I rent a place on Cornelia Street…

Now somehow even after her confession, their game was going strong. She rented a place so they can play on. They made many memories there and it was going all good but after some days she felt that she was becoming very serious about this relationship but he was not so serious. She thought he was leading her on. So she decided to end this. She packed her bag and decided to leave the place before he’d even know. She was on her way but suddenly he called from behind and confessed about his feelings.

So call it what you want to…

Finally, both of them confessed, it was all a happy happy relationship and they decided to keep it to private. She asked him if he would run away with her and he said yes. After that they went somewhere and everyone didn’t see her for sometime.

But we were dancing with our hands tied…

Then everyone found out! They started digging about her relationship. She knew it couldn’t go any further. Everything started to fall apart and she had a bad feeling that it’d end. BUT STILL THEY WERE DANCING.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for, king of my heart…

She’s in a very happy place right now. She’s happy that they went from friends to this.

Meet me in the afterglow…

There’s never a perfect happy ending in real life. there will always be complications in every relationship. They’ll have to overcome it with their love, trust and passion.

And now I see daylight…

She has found her real love avoiding all the chaos of a bad reputation. ♥


I am now opening the curtains to see the clearest, brightest daylight after the darkest night.

credits to @repromantics


One year, or three hundred sixty-five earth days around the sun is called a revolution.

Exactly two revolutions ago, we are in different orbits, yet we met and found each other. We sat under the stars and talked about our feelings without filter. I looked into your eyes and thought they were far more amazing than the stars. Little did I knew that this journey will be full of false hopes. And sweet lies.

One revolution ago, you were still with me. Though I already know that this journey will soon come to end, as you were about to revolve in someone’s universe. The light slowly faded in your eyes. The conversations turned dry. The coldest nights became warmer than the love. My world shattered as it only revolves in you and you alone ever since. You were my world, but I wasn’t yours.

Now, another revolution has passed, I am now in a different galaxy. It was huge, it was bright, it was wonderful. I am free.

Yet you, you were still in the same dark orbit you’ve been through before. How many revolutions would you still need before you learn?


There’s always this one person that will come in your life that will change your beliefs on things you once strongly believe on. A person who will make you feel weak again and makes you depend on them, but suddenly will later on leave you broken in the end.


When I met you, I knew in some way, you would hold significance to my life. I knew you were going to be a constant. I knew you would change me.
Yes, we had our disagreements, but we always made our way back to each other. I always felt you in my heart, there’s nothing you could do to make me that upset for long. I already needed you.

You have issues. Internal struggles with yourself, external issues with your family and others around you and it weighs you down. But the struggles you faced made it impossible for you to love me the way you wanted to, the way I needed you to. Still, for a year I held on, praying you would stay with me, praying you would get better. Through all the fights, the petty disagreements, I stayed.

I loved you without restrictions and caution. I knew you could be better. I wanted to see that happen for you. I wanted to help you get to where you should be. I believed in you. I would do, anything for you.
My expectations and whatever other struggles you faced were too much for you, and the pressure you put on yourself suffocated you. Your eyes began to wander. You wanted something easier, someone who wouldn’t push you to be better.

You found what you were looking for, right after you actually ended it with me, which still hurts me more than you could ever know.
Fast forward a few months from the day you told me someone else had more to offer, you tell everyone that you’re happy. You’ve come in and out of my life so frequently, breaking bits and pieces of me more and more every time. You tell me you’re happy.

As I watched it happen, I felt pieces of myself, my soul, disintegrate and disappear. I grew colder, I put a wall up around myself. Letting myself feel soft for you only hurt me worse.

I didn’t want to move on from you. I hoped that you would come back and sweep me up and make things better. But eventually, I have to move on. I have to heal myself. I have to fix what you shattered. It didn’t come easily, and nearly everyday is a struggle… but I have to.

I knew that the love you had to give me had already run out and it hurts. I remember feeling as though I was the person you cared most about in this world. I remember feeling so lost as to where I stood with you. Realizing you had fallen out of love with me is one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had.

But at the same time, it thrills me that I’ve experienced someone – because you were an experience, not just a person to be met – that has made such an impact on me. I think I’m having one of those lucky days. Although, it might just be me missing you yet again.

Sometimes, I wonder what kind of direction my life would’ve taken if I had never met you. I can’t decide if it would be better or worse, and that’s what scares me most about all of this. I still can’t decide if I actually wish I had never met you. I think there’s a part of me, no matter how badly we hurt each other, that will always be so grateful to have had the chance to know you. For as much as you broke me, you made me whole in different ways.

I’m glad you were what broke me, so I can be better. I was given the chance to become that much more whole. I got to see the risks in which you can love someone, the ways in which love can change you. You were a beautiful destroyer, but the beauty doesn’t have a hold on me anymore. For all that you got from me, for all of the ways you ruined me, and the ways you so hurt me, I have to learn from them.

Maybe our love’s purpose was designed to break, after all. We were meant to be a love that ruined and wrecked, that will lead us to grow and change, though we fought it every step of the way. Our love went with pain. It is the greatest teacher, as it instructs us what not to do in the future, so as to avoid that harsh experience in another, similar instance.

Even though it hurts, I will still keep those memories. They break me, but that pain of remembering it both hurts and heals. If you’ve taught me anything, it’s that loving you was both my destruction, and my salvation. You might have broken me into pieces, and you may have destroyed a part of who I used to be. In all the times that you left me shattered by myself, I made a mosaic of our broken memories. This mosaic of love and hatred is how I love you now.


I don’t miss you when I’m lonely. I don’t miss you at 3AM. I used to deal with my sadness alone. But, I miss you the most during my busiest times and happiest moments.

During these times, all I could think about was telling you. I smiled for awhile, but eventually turns back to sad. I wished you were around for me to share it with.

All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss.

I don’t hate you. I just act like I do because it is much easier than to admit that I miss u 🙃

Band Aid

The validation you are looking for exists within yourself, yet you are searching for it from other people.

Sabi nga nila, kung nakadepende yung happiness mo sa isang tao, kawawa ka, kasi anytime pwede yung mawala sayo. No one’s presence or absence should disturb your soul. Buo ka na bago pa man siya dumating, so wag mo isipin na siya ang kukumpleto sayo-


Someone posted this:

You’re not in love. You just want someone to treat as your ‘home’ because you’re so tired of being lost, of searching and hoping for things to work out. You want to be somewhere you think you belong. You want to be loved, but darling, that doesn’t mean you’re in love. How long will you keep on lying to yourself?

Hanggang kailan mo lolokohin ang sarili mo at magpapabulag sa pekeng pag-ibig na yan?

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