To someone worth creating for.
To my dearest, Gian.
There isn’t a day that I look into your eyes and regret falling in love with you.
I suddenly remembered a line from one of the books I read before. “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you." — Pride & Prejudice
You know that feeling when someone doesn’t just catch your attention—but completely takes over your thoughts, your emotions, even the quiet parts of you? That’s exactly how I feel towards you.
You didn’t just make me like you—you changed me. You witnessed my quiet side, my loud side and even the side I am afraid to show people—You reached every part of who I am. There’s no holding back, no pretending it’s small. It’s overwhelming in the best way.
“I love, I love, I love you” isn’t just repetition—it’s desperation, certainty and sincerity all at once. I realized that my feelings are so strong, I can’t even say it just once. In simpler, softer terms:) I didn’t expect to fall this deeply, but now that I have, I’m all yours—in every way that matters.
I USED TO WISH TO BE SOMEONE’S REASON TO CREATE, YET SOMEHOW, YOU BECAME MY REASON TO CREATE INSTEAD.
You rekindled a passion I thought had long gone quiet, and because of you, I found my way back to the words, the art, and the parts of myself I thought I had lost.
I love you with the precision of art and the apostrophe between words.
Like any artwork I create, I make sure every line is right. The canvas rests carefully on its easel, steady and secure, a fragile world I dare not let fall. A palette I use to mix colors, balancing every tone to keep it alive. I paint more gently—so gently that even the idea of you must not break. I love you in a way where I see you as a rare, delicate piece of art.
The words I use to form a sentence, the way I carefully ensure every paragraph is beautifully aligned, all of it connected through the veins of my heart. Every word I choose is deliberate, shaped into something whole. I love you in a way where language itself feels too small to hold you.
You are beautiful in so many ways— like the rhythm and melody of a love song that never ends, like a film that lingers long after the credits fade, like a poem that knows more than it says, like an article written not just to be read, but to be felt.
In every way, in every form, art is how I understand you. Whether created in words or color, one truth remains:
I love you like punctuation loves a sentence—placed with intention, giving meaning even to the quiet spaces in between. And like every careful stroke on a canvas, my love for you exists not to be noticed at first glance, but to make everything feel whole.
I will always be here, not just for the moments that make you smile, but also for the ones that make you question if you’ll ever smile again.
I promise to love you for as long as love knows my name.
To soothe the wounds you carry in silence, to kiss every ache you’ve convinced yourself to hide. To help you shoulder every burden, one by one, until the weight of the world no longer feels like yours alone.
And on the days when your heart grows tired, I’ll remind you that you were never meant to carry everything by yourself. I’ll be the quiet you return to, the hand that reaches for yours without being asked, and the home that loves you even in the versions of yourself you struggle to love.
Ikaw at Ikaw—lagi't lagi. Mahal ko.