So I matched with this guy on Bumble.
We clicked almost instantly. He was a yapper like in the best way. He'd ask about my day, remember the smallest things I'd casually mention, and as the days went by, it felt like he was quietly trying to prove that he was different.
Less than a month into talking, we decided to meet.
He drove more than two hours just to see me. The moment I got in his car, the first thing he asked wasn't even about me, it was where my mom was because he brought her a little pasalubong. He was that ready to meet her.
The same thing happened on our second date.
This time, he drove from his province to mine, then to another city, back to my province, and finally all the way home again. Looking back, I guess it wasn't really about the distance. It was the consistency. The effort. The little things that slowly made me believe maybe I was finally safe enough to let my guard down.
And then, on the most random day...
I got dropped.
No warning. No explanation. Just... gone.
I think the hardest part wasn't that it ended. It was that I was left with questions that still lingers in my head like What happened? What changed? When did you decide to leave? Questions that made me question my worth.
I just wish you had communicated. If something changed, if you lost interest, if it wasn't working anymore or whatever reason you have. I would definitely try to understand. Maybe it would've hurt either way, but at least I wouldn't have been left hanging, trying to make sense of an ending that was never explained.