the end of love is not hatred. that i know.
i also know what things i ought to do, and what things i ought not
to. to err is human. sometimes i do wrong things, sometimes i do
them right.
i come to Aunt Agony to seek not just advise but affirmation ans
support that what i ought to do is right, and the 'stupid devil who
always ask me to do stupid/wrong things' inside will become
smaller.
i can't yet tell him that i forgive him, but i dun feel so much
hatred for him, much less love. when i finally can stand up and
pull the knife off my heart, i will let him know that he's
forgiven, and we draw the line at that.
