Time to forgive him. Time to forgive me. Whatever our mistakes, we have loved each other well. We love still. My bitterness is only poison. As calm and wise as he sounds on the phone, he doesn't really hear me. He doesn't really listen. It makes perfect sense. He is on a tough road to complete for himself what he has been on the verge of finishing for years -- what he must finish for his own self worth. He has a fresh start coming, there is no room for the past now. And I wish him a magnificent finale. So please take the bitterness out woman. Take it out of every disappointment you have ever felt from anyone in the entirety of your life. Drink faith, drink sweetness, drink joy. Though he may have been right about many things tonight, he went to the heart of the matter only once, when he asked if I felt better just because we had talked. Yes I did -- I do.
