Open Letters
Some words are meant to be sent. Some are meant to be shared.
This is a space for letters addressed to anyone — to my parents, to my sisters, to my friends, to love, to grief, to the future, to the world.
The girl who leaves the trails of her musings.
“For the hands that held me, the lessons they gave, and the love that shaped my story.”
To my mother, Ma, thank you for being my role model. It’s funny how I used to rush through life, eager to grow up so I could become everything I dreamed of all at once. And now, here I am—perhaps a...
To my father, Pa, thank you for everything.I owe so much of who I am to you and Ma. Now that I’m older, I find myself remembering the quiet ways you shaped my life. Every school year, you made sure we...
“For the bond that’s shared in laughter, tears, secrets, and quiet understanding.”
How are you doing? Did you ever feel like I stole your thunder, that you were invisible? Or maybe you’ve quietly thanked me for carrying so much, so you didn’t have to. Sometimes I envy you. I wish I...
“For the laughter, the late-night talks, and the moments that made me feel seen and loved.”
Dear Tizza, Hi. I miss you so much. I miss the way you laughed in that barely-there voice—your head tilted back, your pin-straight hair dancing in the wind. I miss your gentleness, your compassion...
Dear Aira, I’m grateful I met you at the beginning of my journey—a fresh start after years of isolation. You surprised me with the way you express care: through food, honest rebukes, and your quiet...
Dear Dangs, Hi. How are you? You’ve been gone from the online world for so long now. Since the last time we met, I haven’t heard anything about you. I even searched through my accounts, hoping to find...
Dear Ria, How have you been? It’s been a while since we last spoke. You’ve been busy with med school, and I’ve been caught up with life. Ri, among the few genuine friendships I’ve had, you are one I...
Dear James, I still can’t quite understand how we became friends. When did it even begin? We weren’t in the same program in college. Yes, we had mutual friends—but still, how did we happen? All I know...
Dear Sackie, The first time I heard you crack a joke and laugh so freely, I knew—you were the kind of friend who understood my humor. Long before we met, people used to tell me I laughed too loudly...
Dear Shaine, To my Shanang—my soul sister, my sister from another parent—thank you for the kind of friendship that fuels my creativity and steadies my heart. Eight years.That’s how long we’ve known...
“For the lessons beyond textbooks, the gentle nudges, and the words that stayed long after class.”
“For the voices I can no longer hear, but whose echoes live in my memory and heart.
For the souls who linger in memory, whose presence shaped my story.”
For the souls who linger in memory, whose presence shaped my story.”
Hi. Some days, I try to remember the exact sound of your voice. The way it softened at the end of a sentence. The way your smile lingered just a second longer, as if you were quietly reassuring me...
“For the unseen hearts, the quiet souls, and anyone who might find these words where they are.”
Some words are easier written than spoken.
This space holds the letters I carry quietly — to people, to seasons, to parts of myself that shaped who I am.
Not everything needs a reply. But everything deserves to be expressed.
You are allowed to outgrow what once saved you.
Keep This Space Alive
These words were written in quiet moments—between becoming and breaking.
If something here has ever stayed with you,
you can help me continue writing.
For the words that stayed.