Life sometimes throws a mighty big punch at you. What's puzzling is that you know what caused it. And yet you refuse to correct it. Too stubborn and proud to mend the broken ties.

But then again, sometimes things are the way they are. There's no underlying message. It's plain for all to see. There's no need to complicate matters and fabricate theories that mean bull. A wrong is still a wrong. To compensate for that wrong, the least you could do is make an effort.

And when we talk effort here, it means effort. Real effort. Not some stupid attempt (which makes it seem as though the whole thing's just that insignificant to you) to make things better. Even when it means putting yourself on the line. Hey it wasn't me who made you do whatever fucks you did, was it?

Forgiveness. It's the term one usually coins with mistakes, sins, the like. I don't think it's an easy task, for anybody. It takes steps. Minute, baby steps. Only then will it heal properly and fully, bearing no visible bruises. Perhaps a lesson, nothing more.

What would you rather? Instantaneous, and shortlasting? Yeah I thought so.

I need some time too okay. It was one helluva kick to my pride. The cause was dumb, yeah I admit. Trivial. But it's these kinda things that speaks a lot more, speaking for matters of depths so amazing, it blows you away.

I do care. God are you kidding?! Of course I do. You see things have been rather smooth sailing the whole journey since day one. And then this had to happen. It was partially the suddenness of the entire thing. And of course the full impact that made me bend over in shame and stupidity, even.

It caught me off guard. The sheer force of it. It blinded me. Made me deaf and ignorant. Oblivious to all the subtle pleadings.

Maybe you think I'm dramatising the issue. I'm not.

I hope you understand. Maybe I'm a great actress, out of the blue. But it's not all that easy to un-exist someone. There ain't no erasers to do the trick.

A simpleton could see, this isn't the way it should be. Time. It just needs time.