Confession #74: Never Let Go
I remember a lot of things. Vaguely remember the good stuff, but cross me or hurt me once and I will remember it for the rest of my life. I’m the type of person that says, “Remember the time you…” as a sort of payback for the time that I’ve been hurt by you. “You” of course being anyone that has ever crossed me. I can’t let go of the times that I’ve been hurt because I can easily forgive, but it’s near impossible for me to forget.
