I haven’t forgiven you yet. This bitterness is eating me alive. I’m so sorry for anything I ever said or did that hurt you. I’m sorry that I wasn’t strong enough to stick to my gut and keep us as friends only.
I will forgive you, I promise. If you know nothing of me, and I’m afraid you still may not, even after six months, you should know how important staying true to promises is to me. I will forgive you. I won’t always be this bitter. Not about you. Not about love. Not about British people. Maybe someday we will see each other again, I would hate that now, but maybe someday it’ll be ok with me.
I can’t forgive you on my own, but Jesus will help me, and I promise I will forgive.
I wish you were sorry for anything, I think that would make it easier.
You made a mess of me,