Do you remember how you used to pronounce my name? With the significant "La"? Remember the times when I tried to correct you? Remember the time when we were competing against each other on see who can cycle the fastest during class chalet? Remember how the girls lagged behind and the two of us alone were having so much fun? Remember the times we worked together this year? Remember how we play true or dare?Do you still remember them? Do you want to go back to the old times? I wish to, but I don't know what is stopping me. I just can't bring myself to forgive you, how you treated me a few weeks ago. Imagine your elder brother doing that to you. It hurts okay. Everytime I see you, I try to talk, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I try to smile when you smile at me, but I can't bring myself to. All I can remember are those bad times. I am trying to forget, but I can't. THat's probably why I can't talk to you. At least not now. If you really care, please give me some time. But for now, I am sorry. I can't forgive you for the hurt you caused me.
Labels: emo, open house, sister