Feb 26, 2011 11:33
You have hurt me. Deeply. And you don't even know.
You still expect me to trust you? To hold up my end of bargains that you've already broken?
When I look at her, all I can see is what you've done and what you've made her.
And I hate you for it.
I know that's wrong. You're like a tornado: no direction or malice, but you leave destruction in your wake.
You shouldn't hate a tornado for destroying your life ... but you do.
Worse things have happened: rape, murder, destruction, Holocaust.
But none of those happened to me. To my family.
We have both transgressed greatly in our actions.
You by destroying my family. And I by not stopping you.
But we cannot change the past, as much as we would love to do so.
We can only chose to live the best we can with the brokenness we have.
So I won't stop fighting for her. I won't let go.
No matter how much seeing your face in her heart instead of mine wounds my soul!
Terrible things have been done in this world, and been forgiven.
If even one person could forgive an assailant, then I can forgive you.
For what you've done to me and those I care for.
Maybe one day I'll believe that.
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