I was never able to get over that guilt. Whenever I see pictures of him and his lovely family, who have been nothing but good to me, there would always be this little voice at the back of my head that repeatedly says, "They're good people, and you've hurt them."
Perhaps, time never really completely heals all wounds. It just probably transforms it into a scab which you impulsively scratch when it begins to itch, thinking that, anyway, it would start to form another layer of skin, good as new; fresh and spotless, without any trace whatsoever of what had been there.
But while it's true that some wounds disappear, some also leaves a stubborn scar, a dark spot or a slight bulge, to remind you of that moment when you erred, fell, and probably brought someone with you down the ground as you stumble. They say we must live our lives without regrets. But I have lots of them. And the worst thing about regrets? Not only will it be impossible to change or take anything back, but somewhere along the way you'd realize, even if you had the chance to, you wouldn't want to go back.
I really can relate to your blog(s), please write more, I'm having an addiction. :) Thanks for these wonderful articles, thank you Miss Summer,
ReplyDeleteHope we can exchange e-mail(s) in the near future.
ReplyDeletewow, thank you. I never really thought someone could appreciate. I just write to purge whatever's bothering me. :)
ReplyDeleteit's cool, at least you get to express yourself, what you really want to say, in such a majestic way like this. Unlike I, don't even know how to cope up with things in life, ups and downs, dramas, etc. etc. I'm not really into blogging, I am just another stranger, but these blogs actually hits me, for some reason, so I'll be following this page then, 'bout to read those 2 new posts, :) been busy at work lately, killing time. Hope to hear from you again, see ya !
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