Walking across knives and broken bottles is better than listening to speak to me at all.
  You speak to me like you've done nothing wrong, speaking to me like you've haven't lied all along. They say "Hatred is bad you dont need all of that". I want to hate you but I hesitate to because all I think of is the best times that happened in our lives. I want to believe you but the thought of you abandoning all of us is there.


       Please tell me how do I forgive you.