I’ve been blessed with a gift and a curse, the ability to forgive and forget. Something so powerful, I use it unconsciously.
Recently, that gift has failed me, betrayed me, casting me away to reality. Something that I have “supposedly” forgiven has not been forgotten; which only means I didn’t forgive at all, I only compressed the truth. I placed it in a box hoping that I could bury it so far beneath the earth that it would burn in hell. Buried beyond the truths told to man.
How can you forgive someone you loved beyond yourself, not intimately but far more than spiritually? A person that knew you as they know themselves, truth be told, they were apart of you.
Eff the past, this is the present.
This is me, proclaiming to myself that this will not hinder me from forgetting.
Just still not ready.