I FOLLOW YOU


Sometimes I want to edge toward forgiveness. I want to contact you and say that all is forgiven. I follow you in my own way, and I know what you do, that you still do the same beautiful things you did. It makes me resentful, but also part of me caves in when I think of you in the right way (or in the wrong way).

What would be the point of telling you that I finally forgive you? We won't speak, we won't be friends, and sometimes I will still be resentful. It won't alter anything for either of us, will it?



the love letter collection
submitted 11:24 AM EST
sunday, november 23, 2008