When I was studying for my Bachelor's Degree at one of Metro Manila's universities, he was my first love. We'd been together for several years when he decided to leave me for another girl (from a wealthy family) in order to pursue his dream of living in the United States and driving a sports car...Ang BABAW noh? It was extremely shocking. He dumped me on VALENTINE'S DAY after we had our dinner date!

My mind has been racing through feelings like a child flipping airwaves since his love turned to poison. I've progressed from level to rocky terrain, battling a slew of opposing emotions, each pushing for victory. I'm relaxed after a good night's sleep, the day ahead of me full of possibilities - time to put the puzzle pieces together, reconnect with friends, and appreciate nature. However, this coping is only a light dusting over the trauma, and even minor setbacks alter my emotional landscape. By the evening, melancholy has risen to the surface, and doubt has rushed to the fore, and I know it's time to sleep. I have no idea how my dreams stitch my head back together; every night is a fresh miracle.

Note: This photograph was taken during my senior year of college when he was a clinical dentist in school.