I forgive you.

You’re not perfect and you didn’t do this perfectly. I was hurt and angry and disappointed. But I forgave you then, forgive you now, will keep forgiving even when I see you again, even when I remember you and us and it staggers me. I forgive you your faults and your weaknesses and the growing up you still have to do. I forgive that you changed your mind. Forgive that I wasn’t enough, wasn’t worth your love and your fight and your faith. Forgive you because what else can I do. I forgive you. I let you go. No happy ending, no big gesture, no taking it back. And I forgive that too. Breathe. Forgive. Breathe. Let go.