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WHERE THE HEART REMEMBERS

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I chance upon a post dito sa facebook about how magical the heart is. It may be an organ, but it feels, something Science couldn't explain. It remembers, something the brain should, right? So, I came up with a piece na nilagay ko sa Note ko. Here it goes.

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"Do you find this place familiar?”

That was the first thing I asked her after bringing her here.

She looked at me—stared for a while. Slowly, tears began to form in her eyes.

In her slightly raspy voice, she said,
“Yes. This is where I used to wait for your father when he came home from work.”

“It’s not familiar anymore—not the same as it was before. But I still remember the old rhythm of life I once knew.”

I got my answer. I smiled at her.

“Yes, it is. It may no longer be the same, but it lives on in your heart that cherishes it. Your mind may have failed you, but your heart remembers the footprints.”

This is the path she once knew—the dusty road she had grown accustomed to walking with my father. But when death took him away, and her memory began to fade, her heart did not fail her. It remembered the place, the love, and the quiet echo of the life they once shared.

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LETTER 5: To the Tides That Brought You Close

I remember meeting you through online games.

Online games were our niche—the tide that brought you close to me.

It all started with occasional team-ups in classic or ranked games. Minimal interactions became frequent, until they became constant. We exchanged socials so we could easily contact each other when we wanted to play, instead of relying on the chance that we’d both be online at the same time.

Exchanging socials changed everything. We played together more often, and our conversations became longer and more personal.

We talked about random things.

Our conversations led to feelings—feelings that developed naturally, like how the tides change direction when the wind touches them.

It was a novel feeling—trusting someone online, confiding in them, and eventually falling in love.

But just as the wind changes the tides, so too did the feelings that developed between us.

I thought I would stay in that happy place forever. But I was wrong.

A few months into our relationship, your conversations with me became dull. You were often irritated by small things, angry with me for no apparent reason.

I had entrusted my heart to you, knowing how fragile it was. Yet you broke it with your own hands.

I tried to deal with your mood swings and your anger, which was always directed at me. Then I started noticing you online in the game, but you never invited me to play anymore—not once.

One day, I took the initiative to join your game lobby. To my surprise, you were happily chatting with someone you claimed was just your best friend, even though earlier you had been angry at me for reasons I still didn’t understand.

I let it slide because I have close friends too, and I know how valuable those relationships can be. I understood.

But then, you crossed the line.

I accidentally came across your conversation with her. The trust we once shared, when we exchanged passwords for our socials, now felt like a cruel joke.

I never visited your accounts, even though I knew your password. I respected your privacy.

I should have known better.

The time you were angry at me was the same time you were happily chatting with her, exchanging sweet messages and “I love yous.”

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to do.

What did you expect from me?
To stay even though I was hurting terribly?
To ignore the red flags?
To just let it pass?

No. No.
That’s enough.

Enough trying to understand your moods and why you were angry.
Enough apologizing when I didn’t even know what I had done wrong.
Enough drowning in these feelings.

You cheated on me. Maybe it was a “one-time thing” for you, but for me, it was more than that.

It was the trust I built, the love I freely gave, and the time I invested in you—all gone, like the footprints in the sand we once left behind.

I once thanked the heavens for the tides that brought you close to me. But now, I hope those same tides carry you far away.

Yours truly,
Alon

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LETTER 2: To The Wind That First Carried Your Name

Dear You,

I remember the time where my life is simple as it is. New friends to meet, life's baggage I always carry but it tends to lighten because of companionship, family's love and other positive things that surrounds me.

I was a simple guy juggling my life between school, friends online, whom I've met through online games, and the life in between those things. I've met you in an unexpected way. We were friends. Right? We are in the same circle of online friends with diverse backgrounds and personalities.

You did the first move. I know I'm a straight guy, always have been. At least, that’s what I believed. But why can't I dictate my heart to stop beating and be carried away by your persistent effort to be with me?

It is that whispered wind that first carried your name that made me surrender my heart to you.

Was it love in the wrong place, at the wrong time?
Or was it love at the right place, at the right time?

Maybe it was neither—or both.
Love in the wrong place, and at the wrong time.
That’s how we ended up.

What happened to us?

The persistent effort you gave, after months of being together you became cold. I remember flying to the place near you, it was our school tour, and of course just to meet you. It is your birthday remember? What did I get? What did I find?

A stranger. A cold person. Someone I don't know and is not familiar with.

You said you were not ready despite being the person who did the first move.
YOU SAID YOU WERE NOT READY, but you did not ask if I am too.

I doubted my identity because of you.

I begged for you to stay.
Do you want me to come to you in bended knees, for you to acknowledge my effort? For you to spend time for me? I always beg for your care, love and time. I poured everything into us, but you gave so little or none at all in return. Until then, I got drained.

I began questioning myself—why?
Did knowing me more make you love me less? Was it something about who I was?

We broke up on November 19 but I have to carry on and maneuver my life again.
When it's so heavy and I can't navigate the life I wanted for a moment, I broke down.
The pent up heartaches, the overwhelming emotions, I cried it out on December 1.

You can applaud me for being brave, something I never demanded from you.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from this, it’s this: Never doubt yourself when it comes to love.

Love has no boundaries—not gender, not labels, not expectations. We all have the capacity to love and be loved, no matter what.

I cherished being with you while it lasted. .

Sincerely,
Alon

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WHISPER IT TO THE WAVES ON THE SHORE

This is the title of my supposed entry on the January Writing Challenge. It is about the whispered unsent letters to someone.

Sharing to you the logline, the blurb, and dedication.

LOGLINE:

Through a series of letters whispered to the waves, a heartbroken soul unravels their deepest longings, unspoken regrets, and quiet hopes, finding solace in the rhythmic tides of the shore as they learn to let go and start anew.

BLURB:

Whisper It to the Waves on the Shore is a poignant collection of letters—raw, intimate, and unfiltered—addressed to the ocean, the only listener who never turns away.

Inspired and based on the true story of different people, each letter unravels a narrative of love lost and the painful journey toward letting go. As the waves carry away whispered confessions and quiet dreams, healing begins to flow like the tides—slowly, gently, yet surely.

DEDICATION:
For anyone who has ever loved, lost, and longed for release, this is a testament to finding peace where endings meet beginnings.

Let the waves listen. Let the heart heal.

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