I forgive you. Even if you haven’t apologized just yet; maybe you never will. But I have held this hurt in my chest for far too long and I don’t want this rotting away my naive heart. I’m writing this with cathartic desperation and a patience that only comes from being angry for so long.
I want you to notice the first sentence I wrote earlier. “I forgive you.” Note that I did not say “it’s okay,” or “it’s all right." There’s a distinction between what I did say and what I could have. I said that I forgive you. When I say that, I acknowledge that you have wronged. You have hurt me and we both ought to recognize that. If I’d said “it’s okay,” I would be subtly telling you that “whatever you did, it’s okay, it’s all right.” I didn’t say it’s okay because it’s not. Whether or not you come to terms with it is not my business anymore.
I hope you find yourself within these words and make peace with yourself, and I hope you don’t make the same mistake with another individual.
Without Wax, Someone Whose Scabs Have Only Recently Become Scars
*P.S. I may have forgiven you but that does not mean that I trust you just yet.
The second in my Open Letter Series. Let me know what you think about it!