It's sad to think about what could have been if only the worst didn't come, if that bitch didn't break off our smiles. Maybe I have been a childish brat who ran of on tippy-toes to cover up my stance but I know at some point, that I have reasons. Maybe my callousness in words stabbed the heart that beated for me. Maybe my mind blew off because of the past that haunts my soul drenched in hatred and tears when you once had to choose between. . . Maybe I was too scared to face the truth that I was wrong, that I was stubborn. But on the other side of the bridge, I still am standing with my head down, not knowing why my heart gets pierced everytime I see things related to your detrimental past. Wishing you never loved her. I could have slipped off right then and there, but maybe my prayers helped. I tried to be numb for a while, but I froze myself and I could not bare the cold jsut as I cannot bare the pain when I lose my life. Maybe I regret having been what I was, but the minute-hand of the clock can only be turned counter clockwise. Not time itself. There's a lesson from this, I know. And I'll gladly learn it with you. At the end of the day, though I know the pain has not yet been alleviated, things became quite okay.