Resurgence

I learned what forgiveness was today.

It is not, in fact, excusing their behaviour, nor letting it return along with them. It is the total acceptance of the pain they caused, and with it, the drive of apathy.

It is letting it go enough, allowing the leash to lessen just so that they escape your mind for at least a day.

It is not the resurgence of love, or any of her sister feelings.

It is neither disregard to them as a human.

It is the complete view of them as a stranger:

for they do not know you, despite their laid stakes or claims.

They do not have you.

They know someone who has run off your back like water.