Menangisi Hujan

Forgiveness. Lies in the disappointment of waiting for the Rain, which has not yet arrived.
Also in the broken expectations of well-spent Sunday, but instead lying on a bed, wondering still of non stop 'what if's. Forgiveness awaits in the front door of self inability: to understand, to look closely, to trust, to accept things the way they are. But most of all, in the best version of self reconstruction. After all what's left, forgiveness healed. I was healed.