Hearing him say that he couldn't take it anymore, those words hit me harder than I expected. But the truth is I felt the same way. I tried to stay away, to keep my distance, and to avoid thinking about him, but it never worked; he was always there in the back of my mind, and now here he is, sitting in front of me, saying he was sorry, sorry for what he did. Strange thing is I don't even know why he did it; I can't blame him, though. What he did was never official between us; we never put a label on our relationship, so technically he didn't cheat on me, but it still hurt—it really hurt.
Even so, I had to forgive him right after the next day—maybe not loudly and maybe not even consciously, but deep down, I let it go because part of me wanted things to go back to the way they were before, and maybe letting that pass is the only thing that can happen.
