I know you did a lot of horrible things to me.
I know and can feel
How bad you hurt me.
I don’t like what you did to me,
Or the things you said,
But I am willing to forgive.
I still have the scars from your belt on my back,
and I still remember the stifling feeling of your hands around my neck,
But I also remember your remorse—
The sadness in your eyes as you’d hold my broken body in your arms and tell me how much you loved me.
I remember laying there,
Tears streaking my face,
With all my limbs broken.
You could have a temper.
But you could also be the most loving thing I ever knew.
You’d yell and scream and shout and rant,
You’d break me.
But,
I am willing to forgive.
I hope that you’ll look at this note.
Look at it as if it was written in my own blood—
The blood you spilled.
And I want you to feel my agony.
Feel my pain.
Understand my blight.
And then I want you to tell yourself that it’s okay.
Because I hope you’ll see this.
I hope you won’t be angry any more.
Because I know,
In truth,
We both want to forgive.
Forget the whippings.
Forget the bruises.
But remember the pain.
Remember the tears.
And remember your remorse.
And forgive.
Forgive yourself.
Forgive me.
Forgive me for hating you.
And I promise, if you do, I will do the same.
I hope that you can understand.
I hope we can forgive each other.
I hope we can reconnect the bonds of our love,
And put the pain in an old shoebox.
I just want to be with the real you.
Even if it’s just for one more time.
Thank you.