Peel off the pear skin,
ravish the inside, and squish the fruit… I don’t know… I wanted to
scream….. I wanted to jump over a nine storey building…. My beating
muscle seems trodden and slowly diced by a small piece of blade…. Every
volume of air my lung tries to engulf seems accompanied by the tiniest
needle piercing through my lungs towards my heart… yeah that’s how it
is….
My eyes were rolling towards number of people strutting back and forth, on
my ears playing a local FM station, my favorite of course… my system is
flowing through the song that the dj plays… when suddenly he uttered
this words…”what’s the purpose of sorry, when someone was already been
hurt?” …. It strucked me…. For about a minute or two I was dazed by
that phrase. I was consumed by the fact that I was one of those persons
that says sorry when I done something wrong. Well looking at the bright
side, I did admit my mistake….. But yes, he does make sense… what could
the word sorry do? Can it rebuild the ruined trust? Can it replenish
the love that declined? Maybe, yes….but not totally….
I don’t know how to end this… it’s just like that….. You’ve been forgiven
but the scar is there… one thing remains… how can I make up to it?
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