I am either too nice or too mean. I am either too forgiving or too heartless. Is there no middle ground? Is there a space that inhabits both a heart and blackness? I have forgiven many for acts and words that no person should forgive. I have not taken your words as your character nor your actions as your essence. But now – you have pushed me to the edge and for that I showed you true Defiance!
Here lays the problem with being too forgiving or too mean; who are we being forgiving for? Are we being forgiving for ourselves, for the person who offended us, or for our many onlookers? How does one balance such an acrobatic parlor trick?
My heart feels for you, I truly do. But sometimes one must place people in the same position they place others. Words must be coupled with action for eyes to open. I adore you but the time has come.