All of us commit mistakes; but why do some mistakes unforgivable for some when the other sees it to be trivial? How can one simply walk away without leaving a bitter imprint upon one’s memories? I’ve retaliated out of fear that I would make others feel the immensity of my fears and my pain. Now, I guess everything have just gotten worse; and yet again I daresay, I have this certain calm and certainty that all things shall pass without me knowing when, but there has always been hope. Hope that I’ve abandoned for some time—how I miss her—the assurance, the faith, the peace that she gives.
For years now, i’ve turned my back to a lot of ideals that I’ve once believed and fought for. I’ve left them in the dark to fend for themselves; therefore I am suffering the consequences of that desertion. There are just some things that one and even time can’t change—like memories and choices made in the past, words spoken and promises broken, lies said and secrets untold—still, after these, one ...