Have you been in a situation like, you were starving just by thinking of your mom's home-cooked meal or any food that you haven't tasted for a long time? Yes, exactly! And I know how it feels, too!
Well, to start off, this write up has nothing to do with food actually. I was thinking of nostalgic situations that I've been through since June of two thousand and eight. It really is like missing all the goodies that your mom cooks in your home! That year was a major break-up for me and my girlfriend who, by far, is the woman I really look up to. Cutting off our relationship is genuinely hard for us, particularly for me because,I am so in-loved with her The fact that I had a jam-packed of dreams for our future during those critical times --that makes it more hurtful to me.
Our relationship was built in a gradual manner 'til we made it together and 'twas shattered in just one hell of a night. I can really compare it to an edifice from building to being demolished in just a matter of second.
After we broke up a lot of crazy stuffs went into my mind like, I was black-mailing her and all that stupid ideas that a heartbroken guy could ever think of just to get his woman back. It was tough that I even tried to kill myself just to escape the flooded emotions that's savaging my chest but, luckily, my conscience happen to pass by when I was holding the edge tool that's geared up to take my life in a slash.
Resentment has been some sort of my comforter that time that I thought of all the revenge I could have just to see her crawling with humiliation from all the people around her. Love turned into hate and hate turned into vengeance. I cried a lot every time I'm alone and I can still remember the last time I called her and begged for a last chance but she'd just dumped me like she knows how the hell I felt during those times. I had lost my desire to carry on. All hope is gone. As life goes on my yearning gets more and more filled everyday.
Seasons changed; pages turned; summer came and then gone. Time flies and lately I discovered myself getting fine. I did embraced that fact and even complimented myself for making it through. I know that my love for her has never left my heart but I know someday I will forget about her. I had fixed all the wrongs I've done by talking to her and explaining all in a modest way and she said that everything is good and she's not angry with me anymore. Well, I hope that's what her heart says.
As far as my part is concerned I did what is right and I think there's nothing wrong in erasing the mess I made. I was like a kid in a school who messed up the chalkboard but managed to erase it as well. That's the significance of this write up, it's okay to commit even the dumbest mistake but make sure to mend everything in the end. Life sucks maybe, but then, life is worth all the sh*t loads because without it we will never feel that we had WON.
