Sila
"Walang sagot sa tanong kung bakit ka mahalaga."
There is a kind of love that forms no answer, that falls silent when asked why. And the love I hold for you is of this kind. Truth is, I do not know why my heart has chosen to bestow you with such importance. If I were to file every soul I have met, every presence that has brushed against mine, your name would rise unbidden to the top. A constant priority, etched into my life like ink that refuses to fade. You are not a choice I deliberate over; you are an impulse that needs no thought. I could list the things about you that mirror what an ideal person should be. You are gentle. Your hands hold the world with so much considerationâcareful as though every touch were a vow not to break what is fragile. The rhythm of your laughter spills like light, radiant and contagious, a tide that sweeps others into its warmth. Your face is an art a pair of roaming eyes return to again and again, unable to look away. Your features, God, your features. I could trace them with my hands and still never fully show you how enchanting you are. And your passionâyou leap at life as if it were a height only you dare to climb, and you always do. I could say all these things, and yet they would not sound as near as the truth. They pale beside the answer I cannot name. No words can fully contain why you matter to me.
"Walang papantay sa'yo maging sino man sila."
This is why no one compares to you. Extraordinaryâthat is what you are to me. A thousand faces could pass before my eyes, and still I would not waver when I say: they are not you. No matter who they are, no matter what they have. You are my number one. My constant. My always. This importance, this reverence I hold for you, will not falter. No wind, no storm, no distance will move it. You are and will always be my most treasured next to no one.