Forgive and Forget

I don't know if I can learn to forgive. There is many different actions people have done that I just don't approve of. It's their life, they can do what they want. But some of these actions have affected me. It may have been for the good, or for the bad, but it surely did hurt me. All these things that people have done, I don't forget. I remember them constantly. I remember the hurt. I remember the pleds for a sorry, and the sad faces they all bestowed. I remember the guilt for making them feel worried and upset, and the guilt of me making a fuss about them.

Forgive.

I said my forgiveness, but most of the times, I didn't mean it. I wanted to stop their worrying. I wanted to stop their fuss.

and Forget.

I haven't forgotten. And the remeberance makes me hurt just as much as it use to. Yes, it does fade away, but these memories remind me that I was hurt over them. Later in life, I suppose, I'll question why I hated them for it.

But forgive and forget, I have not.