Promise
This week marks the beginning of Lent, and I made a promise to God to move forward.
I’m aware that you’ve been spamming my emails, and honestly, I can’t blame you. I’ve broken my promise more than once. Still, I’ve asked for your forgiveness, and I continue to forgive you for everything that’s happened—even though I know you hold a lot of anger toward me.
I pray every day that things might change. You know, in that painful email you sent, you said you wanted to “destroy my miserable existence.”
Whether you realize it or not, those words did break a part of me.
It’s hard to believe that you could think or say something so hurtful, and it hurts even more to know that you may have never truly respected or cared about me as a person.
It saddens me deeply to think you could feel that way about anyone, especially me. I hope that one day you might regret saying those things.
I am not worthless. I was once your friend.
And I want you to know this: I will never tell anyone about G. and C. That’s a promise I will always keep.
