I was told, eventually would have to forgive you, for your past discretions toward me. That, regardless of the scars that you have left me, I would never be able to truly move on with my life, without this gesture of extending my hand towards you. However, even though I know this to be true…. I procrastinate to do so, out of fear that my spiritual body doesn’t have any more room, for any more scars from you. So I am at a crossroad, trying desperately to escape my own self prim. Because, forgiving you in my eyes, is taking half the responsibility for your actions. So I remain stagnant, hoping you make the first move to release me from this burden. Because, I don’t think I’m strong enough yet to forgive you, and maybe I never will be… but I really hope I can one day…

Sincerely,
Human