I never knew how strong I was until I had to forgive someone who wasn’t sorry, and accept an apology I never received.

Yeah, I know that feeling. Honestly, there came a time when I even started to feel sorry for him. He never apologized, but he didn’t have to. Karma paid him back in full and she was a far more ruthless beast to him than he ever was to me. It’s… kind of hard to continue to hate someone after you started to take pity on them. So after a while, I just forgave him, began to wish him all the best, and found peace.