You were in the middle of a public opprobrium when we found each other, you were broken and beyond recognition, I didn’t know you but you had my sympathy, I shared your pain, I understood your hate because what you faced at the time was a battle I lost a few years ago. I bonded with your struggle. That familiar ache clouded my judgment.
We instantly became friends, amidst our distance,I comforted you, I helped you heal, I even tried to plant a seed of abhorrence in you, I wanted you to fight, I needed you to retaliate, but I failed, we were different, you were forgiving, I wasn’t.
I was so happy when you were able to move on, it took time but it made you better and smarter, you said that you were ready to love again, I disagreed, trusting people destroyed you, I told you to wait, I warned you a hundred times, you didn’t listen.
I found you again, broken and distressed, confused and suicidal, you also confessed to thinking about doing a mortal sin. I was disgusted. From that moment, you lost a friend in me. I could never tolerate evil like that. Sorry.