The cut is still fresh but mine is not the deepest. The war wages on within but mine is not the largest. It is the time where every reconciliation attempt slashes the one whom I love, thus, a time where which direction should I take on this unseen junction becomes clear.
A million "sorry" and a trillion "I love you" will not heal the wound. There is a difference between words and actions, which regrettably learnt too late. The tale within needs to be rewritten, erasing the negativity, for that is not the way of how a person should cherish another, even if there're just memories left behind.
This decision of hers was made upon the price pain, love, and tears. I should honor it neither by my selfishness, nor my tears or pain...
I've made the journey tougher for her with my stupid responses. I'm sorry. Now, I shall take a step away from the spotlight and pray that time will heal her pain. I need to be the source of positivity that will, hopefully, charges up the one so special to me.
May whoever read this could spare me a prayer, for her well-being and happiness; her smile is one of her sides that I miss the most.
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