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We fought about small things. Where to spend Christmas (his family in Melbourne or my Lola in Cavite). Whether “utang na loob” (debt of gratitude) was a virtue or a trap. He called my closeness with my siblings “enmeshment.” I called his emotional distance “cowardice.”

My diary knows the truth before I do: I have never been good at soft landings. Three years ago, I met Matteo at a coworking space in BGC. He was Australian-Filipino, half, with the kind of smile that apologizes for existing. A software architect. He wore linen shirts and quoted Murakami during awkward silences. I fell for it—not for him, but for the idea of him. The idea that someone could see my late-night deadlines, my mother’s constant “kelan ka mag-aasawa?” (when will you get married?), and my habit of over-salted adobo, and still call me “enough.” Filipina Sex Diary Rebecka And May Full Video

And Matteo? He texted last month. “I’ve changed. Can we try again?” We fought about small things

“He loves me like a transaction. And the worst part? Part of me wonders if he’s right. Maybe all love here is a transaction. Maybe I am just a girl who learned to trade her softness for stability.” He called my closeness with my siblings “enmeshment