We Are In Love And Meant To

I Find My Voice And Manage To Say Those Three One-syllable Words Back To Him. Words I Haven't Uttered In A Very, Very Long Time. Words That Meant Nothing Before Now.

Really-nothing Is Unforgivable If You Truly Love Someone.

Buried Beneath Disappointment And Fear, Anger And Pride, I Just Might Find It In My Heart To Forgive.

I Think I Hoped For Something More. Maybe I Even Hoped That I Could Find In Richard What I Had With Ben. But It Is Suddenly Very Clear: Richard Is Not Fallin In Love With Me And I'm Not Falling In Love With Richard. We Are Not Creating Anything Permanent Or Special. We Are Only Having Fun Together. It Is A Fling- A Fling Just Like He Said Last Night- A Fling With An Ending Yet To Be Determined. I Feel Relieved To Have It Defined

One More Chnce. Words That My Mother Heard, More Than Once. Words That Women Debate. Whether You Can Forgive And Whether You Should Trust. I Think Of All The Judgment From Society, Friends, And Family, The Overwhelming Consensus Seeming To Be That You Should Not Grant Someone Who Betrayed You A Second Chance. That You Should Do Everything You Can To Keep The Knife Out Of Your Back, And To Protect Your Heart And Pride. Cowards Give Second Chances. Fools Give Second Chances. And I Am No Coward, No Fool.