every time i try to leave, some thing keeps pulling me back. and all the wrongs you have done have made me physically ill. but, we have a huge past, and that's to much to throw away. i'm not going to forgive you until you tell her it was you and it wasn't me. but, until then. we can sort things out. i guess? i shouldn't give you the satisfaction with all of this forgiveness, but i guess i can't help it.
