09/03/2026
CONFESSION at her HEALING STAGE
Dear Ms. Cressa Faye Playda,
Back when the world stood still during COVID-19, I took a brave step and confessed how much you inspired me. I spoke of your smile, your simplicity, and your strength. That confession came from a heart that admired you deeply and it still does.
Back then, we were students just trying to find our place in the chaos. Today, you’re in medicine at SWU, pursuing a path that demands both heart and resilience and I couldn’t be prouder of how far you’ve come. As for me, I’ve now entered the professional world, yet no matter the growth or the changes, one thing remains constant, my quiet feelings for you.
Years have passed, but nothing has changed. Or maybe, something has. My feelings have only grown deeper, quieter, but ever present like a constant heartbeat. I’ve watched from afar, always rooting for you. I never rushed, never insisted, because I understand that healing is not something you skip through.
I recently learned about your breakup. I can only imagine the pain, the strength it takes to smile despite it all. I want you to know, I’m still here, not to replace what was, but to be a gentle presence when you’re ready.
It feels like the red string of fate tied to my heart has held me back from entering any other relationship, and maybe, just maybe, it’s because it’s tied to you. All this time, I’ve been waiting faithfully, silently, sincerely.
So heal at your own pace, Ms. Mayor. And if someday you turn around and find me still standing here, patient and steady, I hope it brings a little warmth to your heart.
Until then, keep inspiring. Keep becoming. And stay safe, always.
Yours in quiet hope,
Bloodsucker, RMT
