I said to myself that I would never forgive you, even in one hundred years. Anger despised me, I thought I'd never give in. Although, I'm not blaming myself for this it was you and me - together, ripping eachothers hair out, strand by strand. It was time for each of us to let go and that we did, with ease in fact. I forgive you and I just want to tell you everything. I don't know what it is inside me, but I now feel complacent when I tell you these things. You still got this special place in my heart, and I'm don't mean to make space for you nor am I avoiding doing so. It's just how it is, and I'm sorry but that's how it is going to be - forever.