My heart bled, my ego thrashed around.
I prayed for calmness to betide me and the person I loved. I wanted for us to be fine, but I couldn't be fine with what mess I put up.
You see, as time passed, I realized I was discriminating the truth that was being showed to me.
The person I loved, I have hurted.
The person I loved, I have lost.
The person I loved, I have taken for granted.
There was just no happiness I could offer him. And so it goes, I hurt myself until I turned to pray for this misery to begone. I have been here before. Sought solace and left it, came back empty handed with a hollow heart and another heart to protect.
And I prayed for the rain to come. But if rain comes or not, I will stay here.
It is such a miracle for me to be forgiven. I have been a mishap to many, yet it mellows me how apologetic this life had been to me. For once in a long time, I felt contented. Forgiveness was a healing process.
Now that I know the price of hell, I would silently be here to not harm another. I want this to stay that even if we fall apart again, I want it to be peaceful, like a sleeping giant. If we were to fall apart again, I want us to heave in silent. I want it to be a stepping stone for growth. I want to never hurt you, not ever again.
