via Reojenee Dela Cuadra, Pressroom PH
It’s strange how things become a habit. Like how I still prepare a plate for you at the dinner table, saving a seat for you beside me on occasions, or calling out your name as if you were there.
I thought after all these years I could learn to live with your absence. But when I heard your name leave the lips of others, I realized that after all this time I kept pretending that the silence didn’t hurt me. I lied to myself that I have started to unlearn you.
It takes everything in me to refrain from thinking about you in the warmest colors I see. I try not to hear the sound of your voice in the harmonies you sing along to. I guess it has become a habit of mine to search for you even in the smallest things.
On some days, I hope you’re also thinking about meㅡhoping that it’s also a habit of yours to search pieces of me in the new people you meet.
They say humans are creatures of habit, and maybe that’s why you left some pieces of yourself and they all become part of me.
