I saw you through the window screen, drying dishes. “Hi, how are you?” I asked.
There was the briefest of glances before you said, “I don’t want to talk to you”. You spoke each word slowly and clearly, tightly controlling the hate you felt for me. You raised your eyes to meet mine and I recoiled from the darkness I saw there. All the hate and fury bubbling just below the surface, waiting for a release from which there was no return.
My heart finally understood what my head always knew; I was dead to you and always would be. My heart forgave you the day I apologized to you. Something wonderful happens when you give forgiveness, you receive peace even if your forgiveness is not accepted. I naïvely expected you to do the same but my pain never crossed your mind.
I will stop trying to extend the olive branch and leave you to your hate. You are the only one who can conquer it, and I hope you do before it robs you of all the joy you could be experiencing.
May you find the path that leads you out of darkness and into peace.