I touched
his tears rolling in his cheeks and I felt its warmth, I look in his eyes then
I felt the definite pain. Pain not caused by any other hurtful reasons but with
a single fact and that is, we can never have the word “us”. The memory is still
fresh as bleeding wounds from that night of June until the moment you read
this. A day that remarked the first and last span of minutes I fell and fail in
love. It is really true that no matter
how you’ve worked hard for things it will all fall to the same unexpected dead
end. They say that the best way to murder someone is by telling them you love
them and never talk to them anymore. I’ll bet it’s true.
Recently, I
was being murdered. Someone told me they love me and promised me he’ll never
change but at this moment, I no longer hear his voice anymore. Not even a word
I heard from him, not even a glimpse. I couldn’t imagine how I’m still affected
of him avoiding me at his best. I never understand why I’m hurt for that. Maybe
I was hurt because of him stepping off my pride.
Things were
bound to happen as they are destined to be included in the plan of your life.
You see, every moment you breathe gives you another chance to do something that
can step you up from your position today. We all have that chance to be hurt,
but to get going shatters the source of negativity. For that we are encouraged
to move on and have life we always ought to.
