Yea, I know, hate is such a strong, powerful word but these feelings I have fits under no other category. I'm a little too emotional to V-blog about it so I'm just going to do this the old fashion way. This is a letter to someone who will probably never read this.
Dear Thief,
You have attempted to take something from me so valuable and rare. Your reasoning behind it makes no sense yet you still want something you know not the true value of. It broke my heart when I found out it was you who tried stealing the very thing I looked up too. That's my benchmark, that's my love, my connection to the past I hold dear to my heart. What is it to you? You lie if you say it means more to you than me. Look what you did when you had it? I would shed blood for it, giving it all I had, yet you only tried taking what didn't belong to you. You thief! I feel I would take your life for it but it's of no comparison.
Will I ever look at you the same? Never! Will I ever love you again? Probably not. I loved because you were loved. Now I must forgive because you have been forgiven. Only because God forgave me will I forgive you. I have repented and I hope you do the same.
Next time we cross paths, be grateful of the head nod I give and the silence that follows. Next time our eyes meet, thank God for Jesus, the only reason forgiveness comes from me.
I think I hate you,
Camelia
