The Burn

Last afternoon when I returned, I drove past the very person - the person who threw me and my family off a curve and now walks on the face of this earth with a false face of innocence. A look of contentment drawn from the satisfaction of belittling another human.
I did not even meet his eyes - because I still cannot accept anything else but the fact that at one time what I had seen in those very eyes was innocence and truth. And, I had trusted it...I don't want to believe the image I see today.

He has changed me and my family - changed our sentiments, our relationship and turned us into people who can never trust another human...

He has recently lost his father - we were all very sad on hearing the same. And, I had hoped that somewhere the right values in him would emerge to the forefront, and make him more human...But...

I wish that some day he has the moral courage and the dignity to come up to me and apologize for what he has to done to me and my life.

I hope one day he will realize the damage he has done...and that just by running away, the situation does not correct itself nor will become the right thing...

Till then...I'll burn in that very anger...the anger and the helplessness to do anything I can to hurt him back. I know exactly what I can, and how I can break the whole thing down...but I won't, simply because I don't want to be him...