Hey,
I don't hate you. I thought I would for the rest of my life, but I don't. When I finally was able to understand what you did to me, I had to stand there in the rubble of my life, and all I could think was how much I hated you for destroying the perfect life I could have had. I hated you. People would mention you, and I couldn't handle it. The thought of your face, or your voice made me so angry, and I would lapse into my own world of self-pity and pain. I just want you to know, that what happened was not okay.
But I also want you to know that I've forgiven you. I don't really know what sort of things happened to push you to the point you were at when your life crashed into mine and unraveled everything I wanted. That's what I realized after spending an eternity of hating you, there was a gleam of light that entered my heart. What happened to you? I can see the scars, and the reasons for the pain that pushed you into destroying someone else. If I had been as broken as you were, would I have made it, or would I have crushed someone smaller?
It's weird how hate can turn to pity. Maybe you don't want my pity, but I still haven't reached the point where I can love you. I just pity you for all that happened to you. I don't know where you are now, and I won't in this life .Just know, I forgive you. The hurt you left has healed, the scars are still there, but the pain is gone.
Not really sure what to put here,
Me.
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