For you.

Hi sweetheart, I hope you are doing well. I don’t know, I just do not know.

Maybe I have said this before and am glad you’ve acknowledged it, and am thankful for that. I just want to let people know how genuine, sweet, and caring you are. You are the perfect example of tough love.

Life hit me real hard when I found out I was battling a health condition. I was so fragile, but you are one of the persons who made me feel better. I may not have done it if you were not there. Can’t deny I have loved our shit, those morning greetings, gangster video messages, voicemails, heartbreak stories, movie and book recommendations, you being hard on me when I do not want get up from bed and eat my meal because I have yet to take my medicines, you scolding me when I tried doing push-ups and squats when I was still recovering, you suddenly falling asleep and fuck who on earth knows what you did the night before haha, all of those, sweetheart. I thank God because He shared with me the beautiful you. Perfect timing.

But we all have our ugly truths. I may not have seen yours but I know you are at your weakest point these days and I want to be there, for you, with you. God knows am trying my best to ease your pain, sending you 5-second voicemails in exchange of 1-second happy twitch. I really tried. Because I want to bring back the strong in you; I don’t want you to dwell on that pain, that crap. I want you to get out of that bubble, you drowning, I just cannot take it. Fuck it.

And just like what I did when I was at my lowest point, I lifted everything up to the Supreme Good. I let go of the doubts and accepted that I was not, in any manner, in control of all the fuck that has happened. I hung in.

Now, with all my heart, am telling you to just hold on; cos I also did, because of you.

PS Even with all those shit, you are still beautiful, btw.