LITERARY | Cry.

By: Rania Sahisan & Dorothy De Dios
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Thu Aug 07 2025 15:00:16 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)
LITERARY | Cry.

There are people who love quietly. Those who donโ€™t ask for space but still find themselves making room. They never expect to be chosen. ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฎ๐™š๐™ฉ, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฎ.

โ€œ๐˜๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆโ€

Some relationships are built on waiting. Waiting for someone to change, to stay, to choose. Thereโ€™s someone on the sidelines, always listening, always understanding, while the person they care for keeps reaching out to someone else. Itโ€™s a love that doesnโ€™t resent. ๐—•๐˜‚๐˜, ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜€.

โ€œ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜'๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ.โ€

Not all love is being reciprocated, not all love is meant to last. But even the temporary ones hold meaning. Thereโ€™s something deeply human in loving someone you know might not stay, but it's better than always waiting for the 'right time'.

The one who stays rarely says much. They offer comfort without asking for any. They listen closely without judging. And stay even if it gets hard.

But if you looked closely, youโ€™d hear their voices too. The one that quietly says

"๐™€๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™—๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ , ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ก๐™ค๐™จ๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ,

๐™€๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™™๐™ค ๐™ข๐™–๐™ ๐™š ๐™ข๐™š ๐™˜๐™ง๐™ฎโ€”

๐™„โ€™๐™ก๐™ก ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฎ.

๐™€๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ ๐™š๐™จ ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™– ๐™™๐™–๐™ฎ,

๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™€๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™˜๐™ง๐™ช๐™ข๐™—๐™ก๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™™๐™š๐™˜๐™–๐™ฎ.

๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™จ๐™ž๐™™๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ชโ€”๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š, ๐™„'๐™ก๐™ก ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฎ.

๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ž๐™› ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ซ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ข๐™š๐™–๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š๐™จ,

๐™๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™„โ€™๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฉ.

๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™š๐™˜๐™–๐™ช๐™จ๐™š ๐™„ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ ๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ,

๐˜ฝ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™š๐™˜๐™–๐™ช๐™จ๐™š ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™š ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™–๐™˜๐™๐™š."

Sometimes the ones we love are convinced theyโ€™re broken. That theyโ€™ll only cause pain. So they push people away, slowly, one-by-one, strategically. Not because they don't careโ€”but because they care too much. Too much that they end up forgetting about themselves, and that they are human too. That they are loved.

This isnโ€™t a love story in the usual sense. There's no kiss in the end, a happy ending is not guaranteed. Just the silent promise that holds everything together

"๐—˜๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ, ๐—œ'๐—น๐—น ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜†"

"๐˜Œ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ, ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต."

But, this too, is a love worth writing about. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ.

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Inspired by the song:

Cry C.A.S.

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