The prompt: Write the letter to the bully, to the cheater, to the aggressor that
you always wanted to but couldn't quite. Now tell them why they can't
affect you anymore.
I wish I was there. I wish I was ready. I wish I could narrow it down to the one thing, the one time that hurt the most. I wish I knew that any of it actually mattered; that my pain was not in vain. I wish you'd come to me someday having discovered empathy, ready to offer an apology. I wish that apology might somehow validate me and set me free.
I'm gonna put this out there Universe, and if I may, just one more wish. Will you aid me in the strength and clarity to revisit this prompt at some point when I'm there, when I'm ready, when it doesn't affect me anymore.
2 comments:
Oh, friend. It hurts my heart that this person still hurts you. I am sorry, so sorry for such pain. I am thinking of you. And wishing with you for the day you can answer this prompt.
Yeah, figured this one would be hard.
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