my bestfriends diary

Yes she knows! She personally knows what that message meant. It happens to suit her, her bruised soul. It was about him. Well, four years had passed, but she’s still hurt. Her heart aches whenever someone or something would remind her of him. The guilt that’s been buried alive to the pits of her being was again and yet again hunts her. *The time... has to come to let go, to heal* is this the right time? She doesn’t know…the freaking pain that’s been burning inside her chest is here once more. She can’t seem to move on.

Her childhood years are not as happy as others of her age had enjoyed. As much as she wanted to remember happy memoirs of her early age, memories of bitterness come into sight. Before she could blame it to him, better write what had happened before.

She was blinded by the hatred; what she saw was all a bad side of him; what she only considered was her feelings. Questions of curiosity never existed that time. She failed to understand him, his feeling; his grievance; his sufferings. She was never close to him. She grew up carrying the hate she repent she should have break it away. She should have recognized the good things he has done for them. She should have allowed him to be a father to her. She should have given him the chance. She should have, before when he was still alive. And now it’s awfully late. It was too late for regrets, it is! The damaged has been done thus brought her a remorseful feeling, bearable yet painful.