I've become acquainted with a grudge lately, and it won't leave me alone. I obtained it through someone I loved for reasons I can't even seem to remember anymore.
After all he did, I told myself I forgave him. And with him not involved in my life anymore, it was easy. But this year he seems to show up everywhere, and every time I see him it's a reminder that deep down I never forgave him. That deep down I don't even tolerate him, I hate him. I hate seeing him. I can't even say his name because of the sour taste it puts in my mouth.
I know I need to forgive him, but a little piece of me keeps telling me he doesn't deserve it.