I pity her and him for what faith had done.

I could always see a genuine smile and twinkle in her eyes every time she tells me about him. Oh yeah, she told lots of stories about him. Well, my mom already accepted the fact that what’s right isn’t always the best one that we have but I knew that she always wondered if only she chose the different path, different way. What would have happened then? She kept both of their pride alright, but they are both at loss. Time do not heal anything, they only soften the pain.

The wound is still there.

                “What the heck are you doing this?” asked my cousin as she put her jacket down to my bed. I put the last thing to my bag and turn my head to face her. She’s still carrying her lab coat, seems like she’s just back from her med’s school.  I chose my words carefully before finally answered her question.

 “I pity them for things that has happened, I just want to see that man and that’s it.”

“Yah, you think you can lie to me?  If only I only knew this would happen, I wouldn’t even tell you the story”, she said.

I smiled upon her words. Yeah, if only she didn’t tell me the story, I would never learn to find out the whole truth.