I’d sworn I’d never write of you at all,
and yet here we are. Deduced to indirect words over a social network. I guess that assumes us as cowardly. However, I am here to be bold.
I am forgiven.
I am accepted.
I am washed clean.
I am made new.
I am all of these things without the help of anyone of this world. “So then, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; what is old has passed away…” 2 Cor. 5:17. I have everything I need in Him and I desire none other. I will love you until the day that I leave this world, but I will not give you the satisfaction of my desire.
As for your questions, well I don’t guess I’m the one in charge of your thoughts or feelings. My life has been what you’ve made of it thus far, and as long as we keep this distance you’ll assume what you can and I guess I don’t blame you. When people ask, as they rarely do, I simply say we don’t talk. Those things do happen, you know.
This isn’t a game. There is no competition. If it’s my forgiveness you’re seeking, it’s been done. If it’s my compassion you’re seeking, it’s been done. If it’s mercy you’re seeking, it’s been done. If it’s my love you’re seeking, it’s been done. But if you’re after my grief, my sorrow, my regret, you won’t find it here. You ask me if I care, but as I recall, you are the one who said you’d forgotten me. You are the one who let a little bad outweigh a lot of good. And if it were someone else, things would have changed by now, but the reality is that it isn’t anyone else. It’s you, and it’s me. At least it should have been. You can blame me all that you want, but I waited for your call.
But because you decided it so, it never did come.
“He who covers over an offense promotes love, but whoever repeats the matter separates close friends.” Proverbs 17:9


