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Hi, my love. I wrote this morning of July 30, 2025, habang hawak ko pa ‘yung antok at ‘yung bigat na hindi naman talaga nawala. Happy 3rd anniversary, supposedly. I know wala na tayo. And I’m not writing this to bring anything back. Gusto ko lang sabihin ‘to — kahit minsan lang ulit, kahit isang beses lang ulit ako makarating sa ‘yo. I miss you. Sobra. I hope okay ka ngayon. I hope you’re better — not because you were broken, but because life’s been kinder lately. I hope you’re breathing easier and choosing yourself every single time. Kasi deserve mo ‘yon. I hope you did well on your exams. I know how hard you worked for them. I hope you’re eating well, resting when you can, and laughing the way you do when you’re surrounded by the people who love you. January 2026. By this time, you’ll be a nurse na. Congratulations. And if ever man na hindi naging maganda results, I’m still proud of you. Always have been. Sana patuloy kang lumaban. Gusto ko lang malaman mong kahit wala na ako sa tabi mo, I never stopped rooting for you. Hindi ko man alam kung anong mga laban ang kinakaharap mo ngayon, I know you’re holding on. And I know you’ll win. Hindi ko hihilingin na balikan mo ako. Hindi ko rin sasabihing sana tayo ulit. Gusto ko lang sabihin na sana masaya ka. Na sana at this point, pareho tayong natutong mahalin ‘yung mga sarili natin kahit hindi na magkasabay. I never stopped loving you. Even in silence, I carry you. Wherever we are, I hope we’re becoming who we’re meant to be. And if our paths never cross again, I hope you know — you were deeply loved. Always, H