Since February is all about love, the first post I’ll be posting this month is about forgiveness.
When I changed my profile picture on Facebook, two weeks ago, I received an unexpected comment:
“True story 5 years ago naiinis ako lagi ko inaasar pinapaiyak pero you've matured.. Ganda nung tattoo mo sa shoulder ah saka. Ganda hair....”
(True story 5 years ago, I was always annoyed, I mock and made you cry, but you've matured .. Nice tattoo on your shoulder too. Beautiful hair ....)
I was lost for words. I don’t know exactly what to feel. It happened in America, 2013. I went there to do my University placement for a few months. And there, of course I met a lot of Filipinos. Like, Filipinos are all over the place, isn’t it?
We lived on the same apartment. Most of the time, he seems annoyed. I’d like to think that I’m a nice person. Still, he said a lot of mean things to me and yes, he made me cry a few times or maybe a several times. All I could remember was him, getting mad at me for no reason at all.
So basically, I had flashbacks. But of course, I already got over it. But there’s something inside me, whispering, saying, it would be nice if he could at least say sorry.
Maybe because his shy, ashamed or whatever, but I hope that he felt sorry, even though he can’t say it to me.
I think in time, as bad memories fade away, we absent-mindedly forgive and forget. Forgiveness is something we do, even though they didn’t even say that they’re sorry. Don’t let anyone change you and be bitter towards the people who hurt you. It’s about letting go, moving forward with your usual kind and loving self.
When I changed my profile picture on Facebook, two weeks ago, I received an unexpected comment:
“True story 5 years ago naiinis ako lagi ko inaasar pinapaiyak pero you've matured.. Ganda nung tattoo mo sa shoulder ah saka. Ganda hair....”
(True story 5 years ago, I was always annoyed, I mock and made you cry, but you've matured .. Nice tattoo on your shoulder too. Beautiful hair ....)
I was lost for words. I don’t know exactly what to feel. It happened in America, 2013. I went there to do my University placement for a few months. And there, of course I met a lot of Filipinos. Like, Filipinos are all over the place, isn’t it?
We lived on the same apartment. Most of the time, he seems annoyed. I’d like to think that I’m a nice person. Still, he said a lot of mean things to me and yes, he made me cry a few times or maybe a several times. All I could remember was him, getting mad at me for no reason at all.
So basically, I had flashbacks. But of course, I already got over it. But there’s something inside me, whispering, saying, it would be nice if he could at least say sorry.
Maybe because his shy, ashamed or whatever, but I hope that he felt sorry, even though he can’t say it to me.
I think in time, as bad memories fade away, we absent-mindedly forgive and forget. Forgiveness is something we do, even though they didn’t even say that they’re sorry. Don’t let anyone change you and be bitter towards the people who hurt you. It’s about letting go, moving forward with your usual kind and loving self.
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