My Last Act of Love is to Not Let You Go

                                       why does love's final act always seem to be letting go?

I wonder why love’s final act always seems to be letting go. Cuz it’s been months since you left, yet the memories of us still echo in my heart. Don’t get me wrong. I tried and I am still trying to move forward, but it feels like you’re carved into my soul, like you’ll always be a part of me.

Letting you go isn’t easy. It feels like every day, in small ways, I have to let you go again — by letting our memories fade little by little. But my last act of love for you is to keep you close in my prayers.

My conversations with God have become a time to speak to Him about you. It’s like a sacred space where I tell God just how much I miss you, how my love is still here, even though it hurts. It’s like a quiet time with God just to talk about you and this empty space you’ve left behind.

There are days I slip into those prayers a whispered hope that you might think of me too, that maybe you remember our moments and miss me even for a heartbeat. But I know that’s selfish, so I simply say, “Ikaw na po ang bahala.” I place my longing in God’s hands, trusting that what’s meant to be will be.

But mostly...

I pray for you — for your dreams, for every goal you chase with that same spark I’ve always admired. I pray for your happiness, even if it means finding someone who isn’t me.

The universe knows how deeply I miss you. And even as I try to let you go, I keep loving you in the only way I know how: by continuing to include you in my prayers.

My last act of love is to hold you close in these quiet moments with God

@elsays_