It’s time to talk about the untold love stories we found on the road

Every week, the admins of a Facebook travel group I’m active in hosts a themed thread to keep everyone well-engaged. I join the conversations on Goals, Where Have You Been, and Motivate the Group threads most of the time, but never the Fears thread.

“FEARS: Travel, personal, whatever your fears are, be open and share it with the group,” the admin would post.

“But what do I fear?” I would end up asking myself.

Three of my many untold love stories

Back in mid-August 2016, my workmates and I had a death-defying trip in Zambales. We trekked lahar-based terrains and crossed four rivers, all in the middle of a storm. We almost got washed away by the strong currents of the river, but that didn’t matter because there was this guy who kept us alive. We were tired from all the legwork but his very presence revived us. We would internally scream every time he talks because it shows how passionate he is for what he does and who he does his work for. He became our happy crush for almost three months. It even came to the point where our men workmates had to impose a five-peso penalty fee for every time we would say his name. Yup, we were onto that high school level of being head over heels for him. And in case you are wondering, it was an effective moving on strategy. I lost PHP 50, while the other friend lost PHP 100, almost every fucking day. See how intense we were? But hey, that helped us save enough funds to buy birthday cakes, pancit canton, and lasagna for a group of five in the office. JLo certainly lied when she said that love doesn’t cost a thing. Damn the man!

In late-October 2016, I fell in love badly for the man I met in Ozamiz. We dated for a month right after our trip. We would always meet after work and stay together until the wee hours of the morning because we can’t get enough of each other. When he “broke up” with me after our trip in Baguio in early-December 2016, I spent the remaining weekends of the same month in the same place to honor our happy moments until I eventually accepted our fate and got over him. It’s a fleeting romance I’d never forget.

On my sixth visit in La Union in late-June, my relationship with the man I met on my first visit in mid-October 2016 changed. We have been pretty steady since we met, but we got intimate when all the mishaps I encountered three months ago led me back to him. Since then, I’ve been seeing him in a different light because the light comes directly from heaven.

Places and Faces

All these and more ‘karupukan’ or fragility led me to start the first series on my blog called “Places and Faces.”

On that Fears thread, I’ve always wanted to comment that “I fear of falling in love for another person on my next travel,” but I never did because I was too scared to show my vulnerable side. What if I fall in love with another man again? What if he leaves me again? It’s terrifying.


“did you think i was a city
big enough for a weekend getaway
i am the town surrounding it
the one you’ve never heard of
but always pass through
there are no neon lights here
no skyscrapers or statues
but there is thunder
for i make bridges tremble
i am not street meat i am homemade jam
thick enough to cut the sweetest
thing your lips will touch
i am not police sirens
i am the crackle in a fireplace
i’d burn you and you still
couldn’t take your eyes off me
cause i’d look so beautiful doing it
you’d blush
i am not a hotel room i am home
i am not the whiskey you want
i am the water you need
don’t come here with expectations
and try to make a vacation out of me”
―Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

But then falling in love is one of the most beautiful things that can happen to a person. Love is the source of unity and happiness, while pain is the source of separation and sadness. The common grounds of the two are inspiration and growth. Through love and pain, we discover our capacities, we improve ourselves, we turn our emotions into masterpieces like poetry and painting, and most importantly, we learn. Love and pain are powerful enough to transform us. There’s no reason to keep the stories behind them untold, may they be a happy ending or not, because they became a part of who we are right now.

When I thought of Places and Faces last month, I immediately reached out to 39 people to write for this series, and the response was overwhelming. Some wanted to keep their story to themselves first, some realized that they can’t write about it because they haven’t moved on from their past, and some joined me in this fuck-it-life-is-short battle.

Places and Faces is a semi-monthly series made to hold untold love stories found on the road. It can be tragic, platonic, romantic—whatever floats your boat. However, my first requirement for joining this series is this: “Write your story in its truest form. Release your emotions. Let the world know your heart’s content.” Go reminisce: cry about it, laugh about it, write about it, let the world know about it. Free yourself. Let your heart give birth to the words it has been keeping.

If you think you can pass this, drop me a line at and together, we will produce your untold love story.

Love and light,



20 thoughts on “It’s time to talk about the untold love stories we found on the road

  1. I admire that introduced us to the lovely poem by Rupi Kaur. It compliments your piece so perfectly. And the write-up in total along with your story shows us different faces of love, reading it is transforming. Best Wishes for your series!


  2. This was a true pleasure to read 🙂 I feel in love 3 years ago with the girl of my dreams, the story has been remarkable and still to this day we travel the world in each others pockets 🙂 thanks for a great read will defiantly share 😀


  3. Love does tend to make certain places special. I hold special memories of a few only coz I visited it with my hubby.So I can quite understand how you honored your visits -bittersweet is how I would possibly imagine them to be. Thanks for sharing it with us.


  4. That’s lovely! Such special memories, enjoy your future travels and make the most of the travelling together. I like the poem too, that was really nice! Thank you for sharing your story with us, i’ve yet to find my partner who I’ll be travelling with!


  5. Yes places and people can be linked.
    I like how you shared your sentiments with us. It helps in letting go.
    Move on, enjoy more travels and create happy memories. 🙂


  6. Wow, this is the same thing i’m always looking forward aside from enjoying wherever I traipse my feet, but also meeting people with the same passion as mine. There’s always this hope in me that trough traveling, I’ll get to meet that one right person and this what keeps on the road. Anyway, I truly love how you comfortably arriving at the place, you never thought you could be arriving at, and I’m hoping He’s the one. Your past experiences have really made you hope far better than you have expected and it actually leads you to a beautiful love story.


  7. There are a lot of untold stories. If each and everyone would write about it, it’s definitely more than the book series of Harry Potter. Love is endless, it starts from being in the wombs of our mothers and it doesn’t end. Even when one has moved on, love will always be there in our hearts. I’ excited to read about some of the stories you’ll publish here ❤


  8. Places and Faces are going to be an interesting series. The poem perfectly suits your this series. I feel love is endless and can happen with anyone. Past experiences are always learning lessons. So move on to create more memories and keep sharing interesting stories.


  9. Mikee, it’s my first time in your territory, but I feel that I chose the perfect first article to read. I understand that mishaps in love do happen. We are young, and I salute your honesty. The rawness of your emotions could be felt here. If I were you, I wouldn’t go to Baguio just after the breakup. Perhaps, I’m too emotional that I reckon my emotions would consume me. But you? You’re brave.

    I’ll drop you an e-mail later because I fancy writing a love story, as well. I hope you haven’t reached the max number of writers. 🙂


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