"You miss me but you aren't doing anything about it."
"Sometimes its not about missing someone. Its wondering if they are missing you too."
"In every fallen angel, there is determination and probably a bruised heart."
That there was a Pandora's box I should not have touched. But, this is definitely not the first box I screwed open, and I am not betting that it would be the last.
I know it is my fault, and I have apologized though I know an apology does not solve all the world problems, but that is all I can do, at least at the moment.
I knew a long time ago that a pebble or a tiny stone can cause the surface of the water to have ripples that spreads areas over areas. Sometimes the tiniest of things can cause the most hurt for the most unexpected reasons. Perspective is also very important; a dime can worth nothing to the rich but the same time can also meant the world to the poor. What we learn is in school is that we are allowed to make mistakes, but we do make mistakes, the world turn to us as if we committed a crime.
The worst wounds was the most hurt is usually caused by people the one is close to. We allowed them to be close to us, which also meant that the walls that surrounds our hearts came down for them. Without those walls, all that is left is that fragile, beating heart of ours. It is like giving someone a gun pointed to your head,and trusting that no matter what happens, they will never be the ones to pulled the trigger. But unfortunately, we are all humans and humans do things not another one could predict. We too, make mistakes that we might regret one day.
For we are humans, we are a discolorated population.
Everyone have that beautiful, pristine looking box with them. Some are curious to peek at its treasures inside; they are the limit-testers. Some hide their own box beneath all their other emotions; they are the forgivers. Some deny the presence of their box; they are the cowards. Some try to understand the reason why all other people do the things they do with their boxes; they are the best kind of people. The contents in Pandora box grows over time, for it compiles over our own experiences and memories, usually the bad kind. But we need to understand, no two person experiences the same situation with the same criteria.
We feel pain differently, smile differently and face our own each and every day differently. Just try to understand that no matter how similar, close or alike anybody is, just because one smiles does not necessarily meant that he or she is happy.
But of all the things i closed myself to, i opened up to you. You were the key to my Pandora box.
