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Babi... The more I see your imperfections, The more I want to love and cherish you.

I hoped you were going to be there... here as I'm going through this tough shits. I hoped you understood me 'cause you knew every inch of the scars I have and the weights I carry.

I shouldn't be in pain, but maybe I expected much that's why. It pains me to think how you could just act like you never really cared about me... ever.

If it's your way of trying to get your life back together, Trying to fix what's broken from within, Then you have my support. I understand.

I could still genuinely remember that time I bought you that small doggo stuffed toy we then named Benjie. I could still genuinely remember that moment you cried expressing how happy you were receiving it 'cause that was the first time you ever received a gift from another person, you said.

I could still genuinely remember how I promised myself at that very moment to ever love you and give you whatever I know that could make you happy. I promised myself from that day on that no matter what happens, I will do the best I can, to show you I love you.

Then came Ice Bear. I know how much you'd love to have Ice Bear so I went from one mall to another and to another just to find one. And the efforts I made just to get one was all worth it when I saw that smile on your face.

Yes, I promised myself to ever love you and give you whatever I know that could make you happy. But there's one thing I wasn't able to give to you that I know could probably make you happy.. letting you go.

The scars in my arm will always tell you stories.

I’m here sitting in the corner watching the people I love be succeeding in life, While monitoring my daily check-ins for sober self-harm and that’s okay.. Probably.

It took me some time to understand why you had to leave. But the moment I knew why you did what you did, I understood that maybe you aren't just meant for me.