The Worst Heartbreak

It breaks my heart that I don’t have hers
But what’s worse than this incredible ache?
Seeing her break down after burning out

It breaks my heart that she doesn’t love me
But what’s worse than not being loved back?
Her loss of passion and reason to keep going

It breaks my heart that we will never kiss
But what’s worse than our lips not touching?
Her being numb after life keeps hurting her

It breaks my heart, we’ll never be together
But what’s worse than my worst heartbreak?
Erasing our dear friendship from existence

I’d rather carry the worst heartbreak ever
And still offer her a shoulder to cry on
Her kind soul needs a cleansing catharsis

I’d rather carry the worst heartbreak ever
And also the burden that is on her shoulders
She is never alone, even during her battles

I’d rather carry the worst heartbreak ever
And keeping choosing her joy, day and night
Even if that means she chooses someone else

I’d rather carry my worst heartbreak ever
Her sweetest smile is still worth the hurt
And her heartbreak matters more than mine

Header image: Marek Studzinski of Unsplash. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2026.

Always Watching VI: Person of Interest – The Fix

Tonight, I’m analyzing the sixth episode of Person of Interest (Season 1) titled “The Fix.” In this episode, an important recurring character makes her first appearance—Zoe Morgan, a fixer and the next number Harold Finch and John Reese must follow. Also, Detective Joss Carter makes progress on the Elias investigation.

Spoiler warning: This post contains major plot spoilers from “The Fix.” If you haven’t watched it, please do so first before reading my analysis.

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10-Minute Warning CCIV

Last June 19, Friday, weeks after dark clouds hovered above me again, I felt tired of those clouds and focused more on the glimpses of hope (as an old friend would call it). A few people actually helped me focus those glimpses through good food and warm conversation, and I truly appreciate them. And believe me: even if I’m silent and in the dark sometimes, I still appreciate even the simplest act of kindness.

After a good weekend (particularly for my mental health), this afternoon happened. I had a productive day, but then I remembered one thing that started the most recent crisis, and something in me snapped. I also remember the goals I want to achieve a week after my birthday (and the mission I have to do to achieve that), but then again, will it even undo the crisis? It’s uncertain, and somehow my blood is boiling because of it.

Fuck this. I need an affogato tonight.

Header image: Janko Ferlic of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2026.