At this very moment, I only have to instill one thing on my brain: when someone asks for forgiveness, learn to forgive.
I do not mean it in the way that I don't know how to forgive. I know how to forgive, even look here for proof.
And the truth is that, I have already forgiven even before I have received that message that asks forgiveness.
I know I'm not the only one who received that. A wild guess tells me that there are five of us who received it.
And its significance? Well, I guess, for them, it's the fact that he was able to humble himself and repent for what he had done [if he ever did anything]. I know that, just like me, they had already forgiven him before he even said sorry.
But with me? What is its significance? How did it affect me?
Honestly, I want to tell him right there and then that HE DOESN'T NEED TO SAY SORRY AND THAT I'M THE ONE WHO’S SUPPOSED TO SAY SORRY. But I can't. I can't tell him. Not yet. Not now.
I'd admit, even though it's entirely my fault, I am the one who's playing as if he was the one to blame. I am the one who's at fault and yet, I'm playing PROUD, CHILDISH and IMMATURE.
I know what I'm supposed to do. I know what is right. I know what's best for all of us.
And yet, I do not do it. I need time to think. I need to go on with my life without him for a while. I need to discover things on my own and see whether there is life beyond what I had shared with him.
And the verdict would come. It would come on the time that all of us least expect it. Whatever that would be, I just hope it's for the best.
