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I think I’ve forgiven her. She hurt me so much 4 years ago and I couldn’t get over it for 3 years. Only after she backstabbed me did I realize what a really rotten person she was, but I just couldn’t forget the times when we were best friends and she was so kind and nice and friendly. I wanted to be like her, so cool and beautiful, the girl that all the guys liked. Even now, I still remember when we hung out, just the two of us, jumping on a trampoline. But I can also remember when she would never invite me over to her house and invite Cindy instead. I never, never, knew the other side of her, the ugly, ugly side of her that made her face look like plastic surgery, until I recieved her cold wrath. She moved away a year later. Why did she do that? I was nothing compared to her.
That’s what I thought for 3 years. But then, she came to visit. Of course she didn’t contact me, but I met her anyway. When I met her, I was surprised. She didn’t really change, except to become more slutty. I had grown so much over those 3 years, you could barely see the old naive me underneath. She was still the same and I was moving so far from those days she hurt me so much. I was moving to my future and she was desperately clinging to her glory days where half the guys in our grade was smitten with her.
She’s only human. She has imperfections too and maybe she wasn’t as mature and composed as I thought she was. She wouldn’t help doing that. So I’ve decided to finally, finally forgive KI.
