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[Geraldine Claire Nemiada @grldnclr]

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MACOLET APPRECIATION POST

There is something about MaColet that feels different to me, because theirs began so simply.

Colet was young, Bisaya, shy, introverted, and still trying to find her place among all the trainees. She was often alone, sitting quietly in a corner while everyone else seemed to already know how to belong. And Maloi, being Maloi, noticed her. She has always been the kind of person who feels responsible for making everyone around her included, comfortable, and happy, so when she saw Colet, she befriended her and simply made it her thing to keep her company. Even something as small as lending Colet her jacket when she was cold and unprepared feels so very Maloi. She noticed that Colet needed something, and she gave her hers.

But it wasn't only Maloi choosing Colet. Colet let her in. She opened herself up to this loud, talkative, high-energy girl and trusted her with the things she kept hidden from everyone else: her fears, her insecurities, her homesickness, her emotions. And because Colet's family couldn't always be there with her, Maloi slowly brought her into hers. When they went out, Colet came with them. They ate together, ran errands together, helped her get from one place to another. Little by little, this girl who had once been sitting alone in the corner had someone beside her.

And eventually, in a room full of trainees, Colet would look for Maloi first. I think that's where their relationship really started becoming something deeper than simply being friends. Maloi made Colet feel safe. She made this strange, unfamiliar place feel a little less lonely. When they were both homesick one day and Colet was missing her mother, Maloi pulled her into her arms and said, “Ako na muna mama mo.”
It wasn't that Maloi was trying to be maternal. It was just the way she loved people. She wanted Colet to know that, for that moment, she didn't have to feel alone. If home couldn't be there, Maloi would be there.

And years later, I think that history is still visible in the way they are with each other. Colet isn't naturally the most physically affectionate person. Her love language is much quieter. She notices things. She fixes Maloi's hair, checks her clothes, adjusts her mic pack, makes sure everything is where it should be. Maloi, on the other hand, loves through touch. She squishes Colet's cheeks, kisses them, hugs her from behind, holds her hand, buries her face in Colet's neck. And somehow, Colet lets her.

And now? Their hands just seem to find each other. Whenever they're standing close, there's almost always a hand being held, an arm being linked, some small point of contact between them. Sometimes Colet takes Maloi's hand and folds it into her arm. And for someone who doesn't freely give physical affection, there is something about the way she allows Maloi into her space that feels incredibly intimate.

Especially because it seems like Maloi knows exactly when to reach for her. When Colet is uncomfortable, she doesn't have to say much. Maloi will slip her hand into hers, link their arms, gently soothe her with a thumb across her hand or a quiet touch on her arm or back. But she also knows when not to. She knows Colet well enough to understand when affection will comfort her and when she simply needs space.

And Colet knows Maloi just as well. Maloi's usual OA isn't really dramatic; it's energy. Chaos. Loudness. She fills a room. So when that suddenly disappears, when she's quieter than usual or not quite herself, Colet notices. She doesn't force a hug or demand an explanation. She stays close. She might try to make her laugh, throw in a joke, find some little way to bring her back. And when Maloi is being her usual chaotic self, Colet has absolutely no problem letting her do whatever she wants.

Maybe that's what years of knowing someone looks like. You learn their moods. Their habits. Their boundaries. You know when to reach and when to wait. You know what makes them laugh. You know whose reaction you're going to look for first when something funny happens.

And Colet looks for Maloi. When she laughs, she often turns toward her. When Maloi says something funny, she looks at Colet to see if she got the laugh she wanted. During interviews, while some of the girls are watching the camera or interviewer, you can sometimes see Colet quietly watching Maloi instead, smiling and listening while Maloi talks animatedly to someone else. They whisper to each other when they're standing together, laugh over things nobody else seems to understand, and somehow always gravitate back toward each other without ever making the other six feel excluded.

And then there's the way they look at each other. There is pride there. Admiration. Affection. Sometimes something that looks suspiciously like yearning. Colet can be this strong, intimidating, protective presence, but around Maloi she folds. She becomes softer, lets Maloi invade her space, lets her squish her cheeks and pull her close. Maloi leans in for a kiss, and Colet gives her her cheek. And there are so many moments where their faces are just a little too close, where they are laughing with their heads together, where you catch one looking at the other's lips and think, okay... what exactly are you two doing?

Even uyab has its own story. Colet never wanted Maloi to call her Ate, despite being a year older, and she would visibly cringe whenever Maloi tried. Then Maloi, interested in learning Bisaya, asked her what the word for jowa was. Colet said uyab, and somehow that became what Maloi called her. And honestly? Sometimes I really do wonder if uyab is just a nickname between friends. Something about MaColet feels a little more lived-in.

Because there is so much comfort there. So much familiarity. So much physicality and intimacy that sometimes it becomes difficult to tell where deep friendship ends and something else begins. But what makes them special is everything that came before it.
There was a time when Maloi was the girl who found Colet when she was alone. Now Colet is the woman who can command a room, stand on a stage, protect her sisters, and hold her own against anyone. She doesn't need Maloi in the same way she once did. And yet she still looks for her.

Maloi doesn't need to keep Colet company because she's the shy girl in the corner anymore. And yet their hands still find each other. That's the part that gets me. Because eventually, the need changes. The homesickness fades. The confidence comes. The girl grows up. The person who once needed someone to make her feel safe becomes someone who can make herself safe.

But some people remain. They remain because somewhere along the way, the relationship stopped being about needing someone and became about choosing them.

Sometimes MaColet feels like the best-friends-to-lovers trope if you removed the confession, the kiss, and the label, and just left two people who have spent years learning each other's language.

Maybe they're best friends. Maybe they're family. Maybe there's something more. I don't know.
I just know that there is a kind of love between them that feels incredibly rare, the kind built slowly through years of knowing, trusting, caring, annoying each other, finding each other again, and growing up side by side.

MaColet is the kind of love you find once and cherish forever.

[PPOP Girlie 🇵🇭 🇵🇭 🇵🇭 @PPOPGirlie01]

MACOLET APPRECIATION POST

There is something about MaColet that feels different to me, because theirs began so simply.

Colet was young, Bisaya, shy, introverted, and still trying to find her place among all the trainees. She was often alone, sitting quietly in a corner while everyone else seemed to already know how to belong. And Maloi, being Maloi, noticed her. She has always been the kind of person who feels responsible for making everyone around her included, comfortable, and happy, so when she saw Colet, she befriended her and simply made it her thing to keep her company. Even something as small as lending Colet her jacket when she was cold and unprepared feels so very Maloi. She noticed that Colet needed something, and she gave her hers.

But it wasn't only Maloi choosing Colet. Colet let her in. She opened herself up to this loud, talkative, high-energy girl and trusted her with the things she kept hidden from everyone else: her fears, her insecurities, her homesickness, her emotions. And because Colet's family couldn't always be there with her, Maloi slowly brought her into hers. When they went out, Colet came with them. They ate together, ran errands together, helped her get from one place to another. Little by little, this girl who had once been sitting alone in the corner had someone beside her.

And eventually, in a room full of trainees, Colet would look for Maloi first. I think that's where their relationship really started becoming something deeper than simply being friends. Maloi made Colet feel safe. She made this strange, unfamiliar place feel a little less lonely. When they were both homesick one day and Colet was missing her mother, Maloi pulled her into her arms and said, “Ako na muna mama mo.”
It wasn't that Maloi was trying to be maternal. It was just the way she loved people. She wanted Colet to know that, for that moment, she didn't have to feel alone. If home couldn't be there, Maloi would be there.

And years later, I think that history is still visible in the way they are with each other. Colet isn't naturally the most physically affectionate person. Her love language is much quieter. She notices things. She fixes Maloi's hair, checks her clothes, adjusts her mic pack, makes sure everything is where it should be. Maloi, on the other hand, loves through touch. She squishes Colet's cheeks, kisses them, hugs her from behind, holds her hand, buries her face in Colet's neck. And somehow, Colet lets her.

And now? Their hands just seem to find each other. Whenever they're standing close, there's almost always a hand being held, an arm being linked, some small point of contact between them. Sometimes Colet takes Maloi's hand and folds it into her arm. And for someone who doesn't freely give physical affection, there is something about the way she allows Maloi into her space that feels incredibly intimate.

Especially because it seems like Maloi knows exactly when to reach for her. When Colet is uncomfortable, she doesn't have to say much. Maloi will slip her hand into hers, link their arms, gently soothe her with a thumb across her hand or a quiet touch on her arm or back. But she also knows when not to. She knows Colet well enough to understand when affection will comfort her and when she simply needs space.

And Colet knows Maloi just as well. Maloi's usual OA isn't really dramatic; it's energy. Chaos. Loudness. She fills a room. So when that suddenly disappears, when she's quieter than usual or not quite herself, Colet notices. She doesn't force a hug or demand an explanation. She stays close. She might try to make her laugh, throw in a joke, find some little way to bring her back. And when Maloi is being her usual chaotic self, Colet has absolutely no problem letting her do whatever she wants.

Maybe that's what years of knowing someone looks like. You learn their moods. Their habits. Their boundaries. You know when to reach and when to wait. You know what makes them laugh. You know whose reaction you're going to look for first when something funny happens.

And Colet looks for Maloi. When she laughs, she often turns toward her. When Maloi says something funny, she looks at Colet to see if she got the laugh she wanted. During interviews, while some of the girls are watching the camera or interviewer, you can sometimes see Colet quietly watching Maloi instead, smiling and listening while Maloi talks animatedly to someone else. They whisper to each other when they're standing together, laugh over things nobody else seems to understand, and somehow always gravitate back toward each other without ever making the other six feel excluded.

And then there's the way they look at each other. There is pride there. Admiration. Affection. Sometimes something that looks suspiciously like yearning. Colet can be this strong, intimidating, protective presence, but around Maloi she folds. She becomes softer, lets Maloi invade her space, lets her squish her cheeks and pull her close. Maloi leans in for a kiss, and Colet gives her her cheek. And there are so many moments where their faces are just a little too close, where they are laughing with their heads together, where you catch one looking at the other's lips and think, okay... what exactly are you two doing?

Even uyab has its own story. Colet never wanted Maloi to call her Ate, despite being a year older, and she would visibly cringe whenever Maloi tried. Then Maloi, interested in learning Bisaya, asked her what the word for jowa was. Colet said uyab, and somehow that became what Maloi called her. And honestly? Sometimes I really do wonder if uyab is just a nickname between friends. Something about MaColet feels a little more lived-in.

Because there is so much comfort there. So much familiarity. So much physicality and intimacy that sometimes it becomes difficult to tell where deep friendship ends and something else begins. But what makes them special is everything that came before it.
There was a time when Maloi was the girl who found Colet when she was alone. Now Colet is the woman who can command a room, stand on a stage, protect her sisters, and hold her own against anyone. She doesn't need Maloi in the same way she once did. And yet she still looks for her.

Maloi doesn't need to keep Colet company because she's the shy girl in the corner anymore. And yet their hands still find each other. That's the part that gets me. Because eventually, the need changes. The homesickness fades. The confidence comes. The girl grows up. The person who once needed someone to make her feel safe becomes someone who can make herself safe.

But some people remain. They remain because somewhere along the way, the relationship stopped being about needing someone and became about choosing them.

Sometimes MaColet feels like the best-friends-to-lovers trope if you removed the confession, the kiss, and the label, and just left two people who have spent years learning each other's language.

Maybe they're best friends. Maybe they're family. Maybe there's something more. I don't know.
I just know that there is a kind of love between them that feels incredibly rare, the kind built slowly through years of knowing, trusting, caring, annoying each other, finding each other again, and growing up side by side.

MaColet is the kind of love you find once and cherish forever.

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[Geraldine Claire Nemiada @grldnclr]

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