GARFIELD
11.5.20
I’m not sure what foundation you built that requires disrespect to hold its own. You’re carving arrows with your eyes, and throwing knives with your words. Do you realize how small you’ve become? I see cower in your posture, a snarl hiding shaking hands what don’t you want me to see right now?
I feel these words are revenge for a past I was never part off. Hate for hate.
But this? This borders on ingratitude. Hate for love.
I hope you find what healing looks like for you.
For me, it means removing my friendship as the welcome mat you wipe your day on.