but by the one person who had stood by me the most. But I also couldn’t ignore everything she had done since—the way she showed up for me, every single day, even when she didn’t have to. After a few heavy days, I asked her to meet me at the park where we first met in college—the same bench where our friendship had started. I looked at her and said,
“I can’t forget what happened. But I also don’t want to lose what we’ve built. You hurt me… but you also helped me survive.” Some wounds never fully close. But grace, sometimes, is stronger than betrayal. And forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting—it means choosing love where there was once only pain.