When you’re home alone—no father wandering around, no mother trying to keep the four walls of your place intact, no annoying brother who bugs you on this and that—you finally get your moment of silence. Triumphant, as if screaming on the top of your lungs “I am the queen of the house”.
It’s a good thing, right? Being alone at times, thinking about things—your future, your present, your past. Oh yes, my past. If only I could just filter the good ones.Earlier, a memory hit me so hard I just wanted to faint. I was embarrassed—of myself, of course.
It has been five years since I ran into him, saw his disappointed look that merely acknowledged my greeting, and put on my innocent pretense—smiling and waving at him like a fool, but the picture in my head is still so vivid. I couldn’t help but feel bad. I waited for that hole to come, and when it finally came, I slipped away. It’s not that I didn’t like him. In fact, I never shed a tear for any other guy but him. But “us” was just complicated. So without a word I ran away leaving him at the edge of the cliff. How could I be an insensitive heartless bitch? To make an excuse, I’m not the type who’s good with words. As a result, I’ve never been outright expressive. Alright, that’s an excuse but not a good one. I blame it on my innocence. I was nineteen and didn’t know how to handle such things (that’s right Kaye, blame it on the age).
Once in a while, he crosses my mind. Sometimes I wonder what he’d been doing. Where on earth is he now? How will I react now if ever I see him again? It’s not in my nature to regret. Things happen. That’s the way how life goes. You make mistakes, you learn from it. I guess after all these times I haven’t got over the thought of “what if I took the other path?” You can’t blame me, he’s a good man. But that’s just a thought. From then ‘til now I knew my decision was right. I had a fight with my conscience, my faith prevailed. I won’t elaborate so much. Like I said, it was complicated. I just hope that he’s doing well. I never really said sorry to him.
I’m sorry.