After (Entry to Do you Forgive and Forget?)

Just months after our breakup, you told me to forgive myself. Such hypocrisy, I thought. When you were the reason I was angry and hating the world, that advice came out from your mouth. On that moment, I vowed to never speak to you again.

Now, looking back, you were right. It wasn't only your fault that our relationship didn't work out. I, too, was to blame. I realized that due to my wanting to win the argument all the time, I despised the concern you showed me and thought of it as your conscience talking. For the sake of making yourself feel better. My hatred got the best of me that I forgot how we started. How we lean on each other during difficulties.

Just because we hadn't made it through as a couple, doesn't mean our friendship wouldn't.

So to this day, I forgive you for the misunderstandings and the heartbreaks. I forgive you for not fighting harder for us. I forgive you for giving up on me. And I forgive myself for the same things.

But babe, forgive me 'cause I can never forget. Forget how painful it was  to lose the happiness I found in the shape of you. Forget the days and nights I cried wishing I'd die, because it wasn't living for me. It was waking up and praying I'd survive the day knowing you were no longer mine to call for. Forget the entire you.

I realized, I couldn't forget about the pain. I'm just used to it. I've learned to live with it. And it's bearable.

With these being said, I can now accept each other's shortcomings. I can now accept that two broken people wouldn't last. I can now accept that ours wasn't the type to end happily ever after.

And finally, I can now accept the life I have after you.