READING AND WRITING SUBJECT | Narrative Essay
Our Lady of Fatima University - Valenzuela Campus
“I forgive you, I’ll forgive me: A half ending is still an ending”
They say, Goodbyes seem so painful because it also means a transition from things that
you thought would last forever into forcing yourself to accept the things that just turned out to be
temporary in our life. Forgiveness, somehow, is the easiest yet the hardest for us to give,
especially for those people who hurted us that much and made us disbelieved in the power of
trust and protecting one’s relationship. But, have you ever experienced moving forward without
a proper goodbyes– to forgive someone who never apologized for what happened?
Growing up also came in growing your circles; It may encounter certain people that might
be temporary or finding them as your permanent buddy. In my case, I was then contended with
this one best friend whom I met when I was in 8th grade. We deeply know each other and he’s
the only person I could call as my “main friend” because when there’s a situation that you would
put us in a large crowd, we’ll still find the eyes that we once called, “home” and yes! You heard it
right, “him” but before any judgment occurs, that’s all part of the past. A past that lights up the
flame of realizations that in order for us to forgive ourselves, we must need to forgive those who
hurt us first and accept the closure they’ve given us even without words and proper
conversations.
It was one of the best days for some and a tearful day for others. The Moving-Up Ceremony
started as a bright sun took a sneak peek at exactly 7:00 am in the morning. My emotions are
mixed with nervousness and excitement as the minutes lead us to the receiving of diplomas and
awards but then, there was my best friend at the back of my mom who never disappoints to
show his full-support. The moment I saw him cheering proudly as I stepped on the stage was a
flashback of all the moments we’ve shared together for the whole junior year. I guess, I would
not reach that peak of success without that stubborn bestie beside me. The ceremony ended
just too fast and it was indeed just a wind passed by through all the hardworks of the whole
year. My mom allowed me to be with him for the rest of the morning as I also wanted to be with
my teachers for us to have our “final chika” with certain things. One hour left and we decided to
stay for a while and listen of course to our favorite artist, Taylor swift. “May we never forget our
cornelia street.” he said pertaining to our school as we know that it would be the last time we’ll
see each other in that uniform; separating our ways as we choose the different paths for the
next years as senior high school students.
Days passed by after the ceremony, I decided to do my social media detox so I can rest my
mind from all the exhaustion, stress and toxicity that these social media brought me. After a
week, I decided to check some messages from my account that as usual are bloated due to
messages from people who needed me because of my responsibilities, but one thing that isn’t
usual was I haven’t received any messages from this guy-bestfriend that caused me so
confused. At first I tried to understand that maybe he’s still resting like me from the tiredness
that the school year gave us so I refused from the overthinking that wants to be placed in my
Our Lady of Fatima University - Valenzuela Campus
“I forgive you, I’ll forgive me: A half ending is still an ending”
They say, Goodbyes seem so painful because it also means a transition from things that
you thought would last forever into forcing yourself to accept the things that just turned out to be
temporary in our life. Forgiveness, somehow, is the easiest yet the hardest for us to give,
especially for those people who hurted us that much and made us disbelieved in the power of
trust and protecting one’s relationship. But, have you ever experienced moving forward without
a proper goodbyes– to forgive someone who never apologized for what happened?
Growing up also came in growing your circles; It may encounter certain people that might
be temporary or finding them as your permanent buddy. In my case, I was then contended with
this one best friend whom I met when I was in 8th grade. We deeply know each other and he’s
the only person I could call as my “main friend” because when there’s a situation that you would
put us in a large crowd, we’ll still find the eyes that we once called, “home” and yes! You heard it
right, “him” but before any judgment occurs, that’s all part of the past. A past that lights up the
flame of realizations that in order for us to forgive ourselves, we must need to forgive those who
hurt us first and accept the closure they’ve given us even without words and proper
conversations.
It was one of the best days for some and a tearful day for others. The Moving-Up Ceremony
started as a bright sun took a sneak peek at exactly 7:00 am in the morning. My emotions are
mixed with nervousness and excitement as the minutes lead us to the receiving of diplomas and
awards but then, there was my best friend at the back of my mom who never disappoints to
show his full-support. The moment I saw him cheering proudly as I stepped on the stage was a
flashback of all the moments we’ve shared together for the whole junior year. I guess, I would
not reach that peak of success without that stubborn bestie beside me. The ceremony ended
just too fast and it was indeed just a wind passed by through all the hardworks of the whole
year. My mom allowed me to be with him for the rest of the morning as I also wanted to be with
my teachers for us to have our “final chika” with certain things. One hour left and we decided to
stay for a while and listen of course to our favorite artist, Taylor swift. “May we never forget our
cornelia street.” he said pertaining to our school as we know that it would be the last time we’ll
see each other in that uniform; separating our ways as we choose the different paths for the
next years as senior high school students.
Days passed by after the ceremony, I decided to do my social media detox so I can rest my
mind from all the exhaustion, stress and toxicity that these social media brought me. After a
week, I decided to check some messages from my account that as usual are bloated due to
messages from people who needed me because of my responsibilities, but one thing that isn’t
usual was I haven’t received any messages from this guy-bestfriend that caused me so
confused. At first I tried to understand that maybe he’s still resting like me from the tiredness
that the school year gave us so I refused from the overthinking that wants to be placed in my
