I had a dream, but it felt so real.
I felt my heart throbbing as I had a glimpse of him walking my direction.
I quickly avoided when his gaze met mine.
Suddenly, I felt warm. Whose hands are these holding me tight from the back? I wondered.
I tried to get away, but it stayed there.
The warm caress of those hands and tears that wet my clothes.
I still recall.
Then I saw it was him.
Fragments of the memories and affection I once buried slowly came back.
It was as though someone rubbed salt again in my wounds.
He continued to weep without letting me go and I allowed him to.
And for the last time, I touched his familiar face and reminisced every part of it.
All the pain and hurt I then felt again.
The doubts, betrayal, and sadness reappeared.
It was too heavy to carry them all again.
Lost in the moment, I found myself crying as well.
Without words, I knew what he wanted to tell me.
And I understood every feeling his tear meant to express.
But with every drop of my own tears, I hope he understood, too.
Everything's forgiven. Everything--even him.
It liberates us--that they call "forgiveness".
*04.3.13. 23.27pm
Currently feeling: indescribable