Rejection. Who knew that rejection and forgiveness could co-exist? That I could admit, even rejoice, in the fact that I no longer want to be a part of your life. Reject everything you do for me, everything you stand for in my mind. Reject your spineless behaviour, your selfish intentions, your obscure jealousy… and somehow find a hidden love. The kind of love that ignites compassion. I can feel the pain of your losses, feel the pain I’ve left you with, and the pain you inflict on yourself as you begin to self-destruct. Feel empathy, because for the first time, I realize I have been in that place as well. I realize that the similarities that we had previously recognized run deeper than either of us could have imagined. To deep for us to peacefully exist within each other’s lives. I’m not angry anymore, because I know that we will never fight again. I won’t be in your life and you won’t be in mine, but for the first time I hope that yours is prosperous, full of good things, all windows and no walls. I want you to find peace somewhere, because I love you. This final rejection has allowed the hate in my heart to turn into an empathetic love. I reject you, I love you, and I wish you all the best.