...

It's almost a week now... A week since I started speaking to you, a week since we started joking around and talking, a week since you first said "mahal kita" again, a week since we sent updates and photos.

One week... since the 4 months of being mute.

I've never been happier.
I've never been smiling as wide as I do now.

and yet, I've never felt as though my heart has just broken in two again.

Your tones changed when I asked that question... What does the recent flow of "mahal kita's" mean?

I was relieved when you said let's just see where it goes.
I also felt like my heart fell into a puddle of quicksand.

My heart confuses me.

But more than anything, I feel like breaking down again for the first time in a long time.

Because for the first time since this week... since the last months... since now...

I feel like we're about to let go.

For real, this time.