Your words stung.
Like a knife heated in the flames, they cut through my skin and pierced deep within.
The pain I felt was unlike any I had ever experienced.
Immediately I felt the burning as your words seared into my heart.
I thought I knew how much pain my heart could endure.
The intensity of the words shot deep into my soul, penetrating into my nerves.
A million needles slowly making their way into every pore.
Taking over my vessels and seeping into my mind.
I lifted my head and was stunned to recognize my slayer.
To see the one who spoke words of love.
Who shared their time, their thoughts, their joys, their life.
If it were my enemy, I could bear it.
But the one who I called a friend? How could this be?
I should have seen it coming.
The motion, your actions, they weren’t subtle.
They were never meant to be.
I fear that you planned this from the beginning.
What can you gain from this? What is your reward?
How can there be any compensation for the pain you have caused?
You cannot give an answer.
A tear falls.
A heart mourns.
The blade of the knife removed.
Today you have murdered a friendship. Today you have destroyed a soul.
There is no guilt on your face, no remorse in your words.
But I forgive you anyway, not because you deserve it.
I forgive you because I still love you, and I always will.