A Journey Back in Time

Last July, I suffered a heartbreak when my beloved girlfriend suddenly left me a message saying we were through and then ghosted me. Despite several attempts to reach out to her, it was to no avail, and I got no positive response. I felt really down and neglected myself. My health deteriorated, and I became uninterested in everything, which made the people around me worry about my well-being. They did everything they could to lift my spirits—arranging dinners where I could vent my problems, cracking jokes to make me smile or laugh, and some even offered to manage my game account for me. In September, the game I’m playing had a collaboration with McDonald's US from September 17-29, 2024, where ordering certain meals through their app would get you the first in-game red wings.  I was really excited about it and asked a few friends for help, but we initially ran into issues since the promotion wasn’t available in all US states, and there were many problems with its mechanics. One of

When you love someone, you really do change for that person. I came to realize this recently after she broke up with me and ghosted me for an unknown reason. All this time, people were scared to cross me in any way because of fear. I grew up to be a revengeful person, and when someone did something bad to me, I didn’t just get even, I made them regret it tenfold. But this time, I don’t know why, I seem to have lost my edge. Now, looking back, I’ve noticed that I’ve changed a lot for one person, and here are some of those changes: I stopped attending open photoshoots in the late third quarter of 2018 because there were lots of girls there, and I didn’t want her to feel jealous, as she once told me she could easily get jealous. Even though I reassured her that she was the only one for me and that she didn’t need to worry, I still made the change for her. I didn’t let her know that I had made this change. At the beginning, I stopped using foul language when talking to her. Little did

Roughly a month ago, one of my childhood friends called and asked me to help her with the invitations for her second son's first birthday. Initially, I didn’t want to do it because I hadn’t been myself lately since my girlfriend left me. But eventually, I accepted the request, hoping it would distract me, even if only for a moment. As I was gathering the details, I was shocked to see where the event would take place—it was the same place where we had once been crowned King and Queen of the night. It was a night I’ll never forget—a night filled with joy as almost everyone in our company cheered for her to be my Queen. For me, it felt like destiny had spoken.   But unfortunately, as of today, I can only relive that memory on my own because my girlfriend left me before her birthday and claimed to have married someone, though she wouldn't say who.  After seeing myself in this photo, I now realize why people are worried about me. Aside from getting thinner, I look stressed, and my s

Today marks the first year since my mom's passing, yet the memory remains fresh in my mind. I vividly recall waking up that morning, ready to start my chores and get to work, when I saw her. In that moment, I felt it deep inside—she had already left this world. But I tried to lie to myself, to deny the truth. However, I couldn’t escape it. I had to face reality, and as her son, it became my duty to give the woman who raised me a proper burial. During that time, I didn’t post anything because I wanted to keep it private. I also didn’t properly thank all the people who helped me get through it.  

It's been four days since I last wrote her an email, and that's because I've been enduring sharp chest pains recently. When I get home, I feed my dog and then go straight to bed, trying to sleep. The other night, it was the harvest moon. I made a wish, and on this day I was surprise and I got a glimpse of her after almost a year, even if it was only through a photo her roommate posted. I felt mixed emotions—part of me was happy to see her smiling and still as beautiful as ever, but another part was filled with sadness, knowing she is happy with someone else, and I no longer exist in her world. Still, I thank the heavens for granting one of my wishes and giving me the opportunity to see her, even if only in a photograph.        

It deeply saddens me to lose my mom, and even more so to be replaced in the heart of the person I love most. I was left with heavy responsibilities and promises to keep, all while facing everything alone. At first, I held onto hope and gathered all my strength to push through, thinking about my future with the one I loved. But everything fell apart when she suddenly told me it was over, and that someone else had taken my place in her heart. I could understand if I had done something wrong, but the most painful part was being abandoned at my weakest, and without any proper answer as to why she came to that decision. Honestly I lost my faith, hope, and strength. I tried to stay silent and act normal, but the sorrow became too much to bear, and eventually, those around me noticed and began to worry for my well-being. Despite my loneliness, I am grateful to the people around me who have supported me, tried to cheer me up, and showed me kindness in their simple ways. I feel fortunate to