Monday 14 June 2010
Wednesday 2 June 2010
I'm Sorry
Searching for Sorry Faces:
I, have this particular feeling when a man says sorry to me, with that expression on his face: “So sorry, but there is nothing I can do about it.”
I remember when I was about 16, I fell in love with a boy because I saw this expression on his face. Years after, I’ve heard so many times the same words: I’m sorry. I’m sorry, seen the same expression on different faces. Sorry, but there is nothing I can help. Again, the other day, I was told: when a man says sorry, he really means it. A man cannot fake feeling guilty. Oh? Really? Just like when a man says “I love you”?
Deep inside, I have never got over any of those men who hurt me, whether I’ve got apologize or not, apologize in person or just a line in email, text message. I still can’t believe, they’ve left me, stopped loving me. I can’t stand the idea of thinking how I’m just a stranger for them, I mean, who used to be the most closed person in the world.
I decide to search for Sorry Faces, to make up my dissatisfaction of those imperfect endings of love. I approach men I don’t know to pose for my camera, acting out a guilty, sorry expression.
I, have this particular feeling when a man says sorry to me, with that expression on his face: “So sorry, but there is nothing I can do about it.”
I remember when I was about 16, I fell in love with a boy because I saw this expression on his face. Years after, I’ve heard so many times the same words: I’m sorry. I’m sorry, seen the same expression on different faces. Sorry, but there is nothing I can help. Again, the other day, I was told: when a man says sorry, he really means it. A man cannot fake feeling guilty. Oh? Really? Just like when a man says “I love you”?
Deep inside, I have never got over any of those men who hurt me, whether I’ve got apologize or not, apologize in person or just a line in email, text message. I still can’t believe, they’ve left me, stopped loving me. I can’t stand the idea of thinking how I’m just a stranger for them, I mean, who used to be the most closed person in the world.
I decide to search for Sorry Faces, to make up my dissatisfaction of those imperfect endings of love. I approach men I don’t know to pose for my camera, acting out a guilty, sorry expression.
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