Never Been Your Fault; It’s Mine

This afternoon I realized my misjudgement: you did not change. You are still you, the endearing guy who never ceases to spread the benignity. As I realized that, I felt so bad for accusing you. Little did I know that I was the wicked one. Have always been, will always be. Here I write something for you, if you care enough to read….

Does Time Really Heal?

Never had I thought you’d be this cruel, My Dear Gus. You, whom I thought were blessed with the kindest and purest soul, were the one who cut open the scratch you’ve left me with and poured salts on the fresh reopened wound of mine afterward. I thought you felt regretful over those mistakes in the past, thus you let me have…