Here’s the truth we don’t post on Instagram Reels: We are raised on two things— pamamanhikan (formal suitors) and kilig . That butterfly feeling? It’s our national language. But somewhere between the third date and the first misunderstanding, we realize that being a “Honeybabe” doesn’t mean being sweet for someone else. It means being whole on your own.
My current romantic plot is not about a man chasing me under the rain with a boom box. It’s slower. It’s me, looking in the mirror, and saying: “Mahal na kita, self.” (I already love you, self.)
Manila Rainy Season, 3:47 AM
The Unwritten Letters of a Honeybabe Heart
Tonight, I’m writing this with one earbud playing old Eraserheads songs and the other listening to the soft hum of the electric fan. My闺蜜 (bestie) called me a “Honeybabe” again—that funny, sticky-sweet term we use for girls who love too hard, give too much sugar, and still end up wiping their own tears before applying lip tint.
Honeybabe, out. P.S. If he doesn’t like your chaotic energy or your loud laugh at 2 AM, he’s not your endgame. Next. 💌