23 MOTO

A year ago, early 2025, this situation caused me more stress and anxiety than most people probably realized. I stayed quiet for a long time, tried to understand things privately, and hoped conversations would happen eventually. They never did.

Started 2024, I genuinely thought I found a second home back then. Countless rides, road trips, late-night tambikes, random conversations, and memories that honestly meant a lot to me. Distance never mattered, and showing up for people never felt like a question.

Then one day, things just changed.

Invites stopped. Conversations disappeared. The energy shifted, and suddenly you start feeling unwelcome in places that once felt familiar. One moment that stuck with me was arriving late to a tambike and hearing: “Bat ka nandito? Imbitado ka ba?” while everyone else awkwardly tried to quiet things down. Maybe alcohol was involved, maybe emotions were too, but words like that stay with you.

What hurt more wasn’t being removed, it was the silence.

No explanation. No proper conversation. No honesty. Just avoidance. Every attempt to ask what happened was met with “busy bro,” “soon,” or “usap tayo pag may time,” yet there always seemed to be time for everything else except clearing things up. Sometimes closure isn’t denied loudly, sometimes it’s denied through silence, nobody deserves that, not even the people that cause it.

Over time I realized something important: some people preach peace, loyalty, and brotherhood but forget what those words actually mean when things become inconvenient.

So I stopped chasing answers.

I focused on myself instead. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. The people around me now reminded me that healing doesn’t come from begging for explanations from people who already made their decision.

And honestly? Life became better after that.

Skip forward to 2026 now that ties have officially been cut and it’s honestly way overdue, I can finally say thank you for the good memories, the rides, the conversations, and the moments that once felt genuine. I’ll always appreciate those for what they were.

As for the stories told about me behind closed doors to people who never even knew me personally, that’s out of my control. People will believe whatever version they hear first.

This will be the last time I speak on this situation.

If our paths cross someday, I’ll still nod, say hello, and move forward peacefully. Because unlike some people, hindi ako kupal.

✌️