Sometimes, The Act Of Forgiving Alone Is Enough

I had a girlfriend whom I was very much in love with.

I had ideas of marrying her.

At the end, she disappeared on me. She simply stopped replying my messages when things were going to shit.

I had to let it go there and then. I was tired and decided to move on.

She resurfaced a month later, saying she still loved me and shit.

I rejected her. I was done. She got frantic and practically begged to be with me. I vehemently refused.

That was it. I was truly free and single again.

Fast forward a year later, I got a call when I was in my room. It was an unrecognizable number.

I picked up. It was her.

I was surprised I guess.

We chatted. She pretty much kept crying on the phone.

During the conversation, she asked me two things:

“Do you hate me?”

“Are you still angry with me?”

I thought about it for like five seconds, and then I replied that no, I wasn’t any of those things.

That answer was certainly a far cry from the typical, logical reactions my friends had when they knew what happened between me and her. Shouts of…