“thank you.” I’ve never handed in a thank you on time. there are too many overdue gratitudes sitting in my past, like the long lost library books I’m still digging around to find.
“I love you.” when I say it, I want to mean it. having read close to one thousand romance novels, I know the feelings I’m supposed to experience. maybe it’ll be an electric buzz, but that could be lust. that may become lost. maybe it’ll be the warmth of a cottage in the snow, but that could just be comfort. is that enough? right now, I love my family, I love my friends. I’m still waiting for the one who holds my heart at the intersection. most likely, I’ll make many mistakes before I meet them.
“I accept your apology.” I’m no stranger to “sorry.” I speak it in tenfold, I hear it just as often. revenge has never been on my table, but I find forgiveness just barely hits my insides-it has never traveled to my heart. memory isn’t my strong suit, but my conscience seems to bring up the worst burns right as the wound is closing. it is a work in progress.
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