Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Is revenge sweet? For me, not really. After all these years, it is a bitter pill to swallow.
Last nite, suddenly got a call. He was in the hospital for already one week. The doctor had already asked the family to bring him home. However(or so she said), his family are going to fight for his life. How much are they going to spend? I have no idea. All this while, he paid for the family....hopefully, now they are willing to pay for his bills.
Since she insisted tearfully(I hate tears from a woman), so I called him. The wife answers, and she passed the phone to him. I bet with myself that he would not remember my name, so I gave it. Nearly won the bet, however he remembers me after 20 seconds of silence.
So, goes the conversation....
'Dengar kata kat spital'.
'Dokter cakap *^$# kena prostate cancer.'
'Nak kena buat operation ka?'
'Nih yang tengah diskas ngan dokter, kalau ada operation or anything'.
So on.....and so forth.
Not sure whether they had informed him of the advanced level of the cancer. Or, whether they honestly have high hopes.
He is the one that made me who I am today. Colors my attitude towards human relationship. For better or worse.
"What if I had never let you go
- If not, I would be surely dead by now. Literally!
Would you be the man I used to know
- Like the man you used to be. Once, a long time ago. Caring and happy.
If I'd stayed
- Then, I would surely lose my identity and became more like ur other &^$%(@#$.
If you'd tried
- You never actually tried in the relationship. Lately, more like a parasite.
If we could only turn back time
But I guess we'll never know"
- Yes, we'll never know. Might be better that way.
Whatever! But, based on her request (I'm a sucker for tears), I do forgive all the things that he had done to me. The rest, is up to God.
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The race of man shall perish, but the eyes
Of trilobytes eternal in stone,
And seem to stare about in mild surprise
At changes greater than they have yet known.
- T.A. Conrad
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
- William Blake,
excerp from Auguries of Innocence.