In highly conservative countries like the Philippines, gay equality and acceptance are somehow in between the spectrum of acceptance and neglect.
I wonder why our paths even crossed when we are not meant to be together.
Instead of adhering to what was pre-created, bend the rules and adhere to something else.
I choose doing something I love because I am not forced to do it rather than choosing something that will suck my soul and life into a black hole until I no longer can find the way out.
I want you to know that when I open my door, all I see is vast emptiness that mirrors what I am feeling inside. I am left helpless and I can’t cry because I am too weak to cry.
Opening up your life to someone is like jumping off of a cliff — you are never sure what to feel in that moment when it’s happening, all you know is that the waters are icy, but you do it anyway.
I guess this is where we end.
When you start to feel suffocated and inhibited, you start to sweat and get that feeling that everyone’s whispering about how stupid you look and you just want to run away.
We make choices when it comes to love. And now you are confronted with the paralyzing horror of making a choice—to either go back or move on.
There will be heartbreaks and difficulties, but there will also be Friday night dates, vanilla sex, sweet sunset talks, hot coffee in the morning, good music, and good company. And somehow, that is everything.