Dear you,
It’s been some time since we last spoke, and that under less than desirable circumstances.
I confess my share of our problems. I hope that whatever I did that hurt you, you have since forgiven. I am a very different person now, in ways that I don’t think you could even guess at.
I’ve been thinking it over the last few days. Trying to decide if I’ve forgiven you — for the deceptions, for the hurt at the end. I honestly can’t say. But I’m trying. I’m no longer living with it every day. Scars remain, and though they fade with time, I still see them. But I’m still trying to forgive, actively trying to let it go. I suppose that will have to be enough.
Thank you for what you were. I wish you no ill. Nor am I looking to impose. Truthfully, I just want closure for myself.
Dear you,
You’re another one I have to forgive. It would be nice if you were to ask it of me, but I know better than to expect that. You won’t be the one to reach out to me, and honestly, I’m not sure I want to reach out to you directly. I’m still trying to forgive you, too, though I suspect I’ve made more progress than even I realize on that. Maybe someone will point you here. Maybe you’ll feel it somehow inside yourself.
I wish the best to you and yours.
Dear you,
I still miss you. I would still like your forgiveness, and your friendship again, someday. I hope you are well.
Dear you,
Thank you for forgiving me. Thank you for being part of such an important day. Thank you for everything you are.
Dear you,
Thank you for everything you are to me. Thank you for being part of my life. Thank you for forgiving me, continually, for being less than I can be, and for accepting me as I am. I love you.
