"I hated you" He said. With a somewhat acrid voice tone - as if he finally had confessed that year-long reality.
"Why now?" I asked, "Why now telling me after 12 months?"
He replied gravely:
"Because when the hate was real that was the only thing that I had. Now, I remember how hurtful the whole thing was. You had broken my heart"
His words struck me like thunder. When I thought that my broken heart is causing me all the pain. Maybe it was the little ones I broke already.
I wasn't innocent at all.
We talked for 2 hours, both cried over the phone and patched things up.
"I will redeem myself" I said.
"You already have, now that this is over. I can move on - and so that I let you to do so as well"
I suddenly felt an intense energy ascending all over in my body. It almost felt like, I had been sleeping on the inside but was awaken.
Maybe life is not about carrying on with a broken heart but learning how to forgive.
"Will you forgive him now?" He asked
"Yes, I will" I replied.
"When?"
"Not today"
