Kung ‘di ako dumating, kasama mo pa siguro sila ngayon.
Just because you can’t hold them both, or rather they do not want to be kept both at the same time, you have to let go of one. No matter how clenched those fists are, learn to loosen them up, for an act of unselfishness somehow.
I know within me, I can keep you, I can keep us. I am more than happy if we had stayed the way we were. Too bad, I didn’t get that same feeling from you. You don’t want me there, and I don’t want to screw myself from where you are just because that’s what makes me happy. I’m sensitive enough to know it wouldn’t make you happy being with me.
I cannot remember anything for you to incite me; I thought we were fine all this time but how numb of me not to feel a war inside of you. And the moment I felt it, I was nothing but frozen, except this hand that little by little had become tired of holding on too long for an eager escapee. I can say I was not the one who let go, because you provoked me to.
For that someone I chose to hold: