Well yesterday was a hell of a day. I was so damn tired. Back home around five. I was thinking of doing an entry about love, instead I finished my morning dreaming in front of my lap top. So I failed to make any entry yesterday. Which mean failed to make you guys think again. Lol.
The whole week was quite messy actually. I missed this gathering handle by this nice friends of mine. And failed to get this chick a movie ticket. Duh. Did I feel guilty? Yes I am. I just rang the "sorry song" again and again. Gave them my very best reasons and excuses.
Oh. I know they gonna forgive me. Let just forget about it.
But this one un-ignored feeling really bothered me.
We always think that this person used the sorry word as an escapade for all the mess they've made. Okay. Not we. Just me. I always, always do that. Why?
That's because I rarely experience that other side. The guilt side off course. I do be on that side for sometime. But it just not enough to teach me how haunted it is to utter this cheap word.
Do you think a guy who dumped a girl (whom he shared a plenty of sweet, great, happy time together) can just continue his life happily ever after, with saying sorry? Vice-versa. Or do you think a father who failed to provide enough foods for his family can sleep well at night after saying sorry to his wife?
They never do if they really mean it.
I should try this myself. The dump part. Haha.