Forgiveness

I’m used to forgiving. It doesn’t come hard to me. I never hold grudges, I like letting go.

I forgave everything you did, on the spot. It hardly took much effort, making me forgive you.

And in all that forgiveness I threw around, carelessly, like nothing mattered. I forgot to forgive myself.

For every excuse I made for you, I made none for myself.

For every ten reasons I found for your actions, I found none, for mine.

I kept thinking what I was doing wrong, and paid no attention on what you were doing.

And now I know, and I urge you all to remember. It can’t work with someone else, if you don’t love yourself first. Love yourself enough to forgive your mistakes, to set your boundaries, to know and ask for what you want, and to walk away when you’re not happy.