I didn't realize until I got home from dropping Abbi off at work that I had passed his house. There was no part of me that needed to go back. No part of me that needed to prove myself, to show him I did it. To tell him anything. To hurt him, to yell, to scream. I pulled into our driveway and it dawned on me that I had passed his and didn't even notice.
This is what forgiveness feels like isn't it?
1 comment:
hmmm... i seemingly relate to this
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