It seldom comes across the mind on how often we may have
hurt a person’s feelings, especially those who we are close with by the most
insignificant words we’ve spoken. There are times when one might be telling how
much he knows this particular person including the thoughts and emotions,
nevertheless, it is undeniable that sometimes, we just don’t. Perhaps some may
have taken it as one of the very few criteria to become a good friend, that
they should know what to say and what not to, when to say and when not to. Still,
we don’t read minds. Our perspectives may collide and our emotions may be the
same at that very moment, in which then strengthens the bond in between.
However, when we have contradicting ideas and cognitive states, we might even
feel vulnerable and find ourselves idiotic for not noticing how much sorrow we
have caused to that particular person we care, to the point of giving up
perhaps. We may choose not to disturb him on the name of giving him some time
to forgive our mistakes, but sometimes the truth is, we are the ones who cannot
forgive ourselves instead. The guilt comes from the bottom of the heart and
non-stop blaming ourselves for not being sensitive enough to understand a
person, though it is highly unlikely to actually understand one human being
both in and out. How often do we not speak to the person we’re too ashamed to
face and wait for him to approach us first, indicating him forgiving us? How
often do we not feel heartbroken and helpless thinking of the possibilities
that we may have just broken the friendship built? I’m terribly sorry.
