sorry

Inch by inch, the road passed under the tires.

And...scene by scene, it just kept going through my head.

The 7th song kept repeating in my earphones and every members in the car kept chatting, but somehow...a plain of silent existed inside of me. Or perhaps...it was not as quiet as I thought it will be, at least...the cry of my soul and the dripping blood of my heart were clearly heard...all along the highway, leaving behind a trail of tears and blood.

Everything that happened in the past...I know it should remain in the past. But every scenes that I saw, every picture that I imagined and every tearing that I felt just couldn't be kept in my vault of memory, just kept on coming back to haunt me, to remind me of the bruises and cuts...

The others said: "if one who really loves someone will always forgive that person, including his or her past". Perhaps, I really not qualified to say I love her...cause the past just kept on coming back into my head...and I know..I do know that it hurts her also, especially when she needs to face it all over again, face what he did to her, face her actions and face everything else in the past of hers. I do know and I do realise about it.

"It's just depends on you whether you want to let go or not, whether you want to free yourself from the past."

It's a true statement. But may be...it's a different story in my shoes or...I just lack out of strenght to untie myself from the chain.

There's a say that those who fail always live at the past and I am one of those who fail. Fail, ignorant and selfish...

Sorry...I guess that part of mine on your left chest was severly injured. And those cuts and bruises on it are deeper than I thought...

Sorry...to remind you of the hurtful past and selfishly make you to face it, face what he did to you, face what you did, face everything. It was my bad that all these will happen at the first place and it is my bad to make u bear the pain of His punishment on me for my action back then...

I'm sorry.