These days my holy week is spent staying at home with the family. Back when I was younger (until I was 17 I think…) we used to go up in Pangasinan to spend it in the church we frequented back then. But a lot of things has changed over the years and we have never gone back there after that summer. I miss those times but I don’t wallow in it anymore. I can never bring those times back so I have to simply move on. Sometimes I can’t help but reminisce but at the end of the day I remind myself that I can never go back. Some things are better left forgotten even if at times it haunts and finds you when you least expect it.
There are some things one should never do and it happened that summer. I will take it back if I could and bring it back to how everything was. I want to so bad that it hurts, but nothing will ever be the same again. I know what I did that summer, I just wish I can undo it.
