And perchance, somewhere in time, we will cross each other’s path again and by that time, I would be lying if I tell thee that I have forgotten every single pain you’ve caused — the pain that I’ve carried within my psyche. Those unsavory noises still hunt me in my sleep, in my darkest moment, and in my heaven-sent time. Those noises didn’t fade nor subside on my mind, how I wish it did.
How I really wish it did.
Perhaps, you might saw me giving my best to smile at you whenever our eyes met accidentally inside the four-corner classroom but girl, I could still hear how your voice spattering on my innocence, how I wish I could do the same, but I can’t — I was weak and can’t do anything but to listen even I don’t want to.
And in my silence, I’ve cried an ocean but don’t worry, even if I didn’t hear a single sorry, you are forgiven but not forgotten.
And
perchance,
somewhere in time,
we will cross each other’s path again,
I can finally ask you, ” how does it feel?”
– Kath Panugan
