Sylvia "Via" Getubig

Despite their persistence, I’m still trying to find my way with the decision I’ve made. I can’t say I’m fully certain, but there’s a sense of comfort in the direction I’ve chosen. It’s a quiet kind of contentment, not the kind of confidence that comes with absolute clarity, but more like the feeling of settling into something familiar and realizing you don’t want to leave it just yet. I can’t say the same for the path they envisioned for me—it’s not something that I feel suited for, though I still hear their hopes and concerns lingering.

I don’t want to be separated from my old friend again. I’ve chosen to resurrect her, stitching together the conviction she had that I could be more. Every word I write is a soft apology for not fighting sooner. If she could see me now, I think she’d smile, knowing I’ve found a way to make her proud. Sometimes, I wonder if they’ll ever truly understand why this feels right, even if I’m still figuring it out. The hardest part wasn’t following my own path, but accepting that the ones I love may never fully see why this decision belongs to me.