How long?
it’s been quite a while, both quarrel and fights gone long, already. Do you still have the madness in you? I’m saying you still call me thru the day and night even if we don’t really talk anymore.
You called me thru my cellphone, you talked nothing. In fact, you gave the phone away, to Ikky and letting him talk, and he talked, talked, and talked. Can I say this is such progress of eliminating hatred among us? I hope so. Wishing you a very good day!
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it’s been quite a while. I have gone away, so far away for years now, no talking, no communicating, no hello’s and hi’s, not this far. But, during those hard days, I was certain that we’re all so bad, miss each other, I felt that during the journey of my redemption.
Oh ya, we did actually talk. I still had the madness in me last time as we didn't really talk back then. You asked A, I answered B, you talked C, then I proceed talking D and that’s how the conversation went for not so quite a time but less than a minute (I guess) straight. Matter of fact, I was happy that we actually ended up talking.
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it’s been quite a while. Time passed, the clock is regularly thicking and I myself commit to progressing thru its best. I’m still here, though it’s distancing, quite away. And, hey! I learned my lesson anyway, isn’t it enough to you? If it is, beyond my control, no one in this world signed up for the mistakes they have made, literally no one.
I truly believe that we’re all still dearly in love, regardless. But, the madness keeps it still, wrenching, hard-to -do, challenging and I found this hard as well. Mistake-redempting would’ve been easier to get if you’d gone far away and starting a brand new life and contemplate where your ass at. No other best way other than that, no fucking way. I’m telling you.
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In the end, we’re all just a bunch of sinners, I’m sinning, you’re sinning and we’re all sinning. I made mistakes, you did make mistakes, we’re making mistakes. What matters, is how you react after the mistakes, if you fall into the same shit, you’re all way dumber. But, if you learn, from your mistakes and commit to not-doing-it again in the future, two thumbs I’m giving you.
We’re all, sometimes hard in accepting. We’re all, sometimes hard to give away the broken trust. We’re all, most of the time, hating as we’re hurt, but it’s fine. The question now, how long you’ll hate? How long you’ll give that hatred space inside you? How long will it take to fix what’s broken? How long, how long.
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PS, I miss the old good days.
