I want to tell you that the day will come when i no longer have a hold on you, that i don’t carry any hate to scream at the top of the mountain, that i don’t have a thing here in my heart to continue the hatred i’ve been holding since then. It will come eventually, but i can’t promise that it will come easily. It will take a certain amount of time before i can forgive. Though i assure that i will forgive you. Whatever you’ve done to me, whatever you’ve put me through. I can be healed, i swear. But i can’t forget. The stain you’ve marked from the pain i felt. It’s undeniably unforgettable and people would say unforgivable. But who am i to not forgive? If the Lord has a merciful heart to forgive. Then i’ll have it too.