and every ounce He shed was shed for me

Monday, November 27, 2006

You were in school like any normal day. You said dirty jokes about this friend of yours, laughing away and mocking at him as usual. When saw him, you walked towards him and stared at him, when walked away, you tried tripping him. He didnt resist, he didnt fight back.

During recess, you cut his queue, shouted at him to get lost and told him not to pollute the forks and spoons of the stalls. He walked away, not wanting to create any trouble. For no rhythm or reason you just feel like scolding him vugarities, thinking that he was your punching bag. However, he didnt do anything, in fact, he kept quiet and let you condemn him. He didnt resist, he never will.

One fine day, you walked normally out from your school. You crossed the road like any other days. However, a bus came, and it was coming towards you in fast speed. You couldnt help but stoned at that very spot. You closed your eyes.

'Bang!'

Seconds later, you opened your eyes. Blood was everywhere.. All over the windows of the bus and someone familiar was lying at the road where you were standing.

This person, that you'd been persecuting all along, was lying breathless on the road. It was him, that ran up and pushed you away that the bus couldnt hurt you.

This person, that you'd been condemning, smiled at you, and closed his eyes on that very spot.

This person, whom you hate, loved you.




Unconditionally.


-ct

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