Origins

My God, you're terrible. I can't stand those who are so insensitive and selfish, those who cannot uphold the values of their own word. Although we now live in two separate worlds, you mustn't forget who sent you forward. You once told me you appreciated my honesty and the kindness I still wanted to show you. Oh, how those tables have turned! You're the one to bat now, yet you undoubtedly treat me like a stranger. So elusive and cold... you turn your back on me. Is that not what He and His word tell us to oppress?

You make it so hard not to harbor ill feelings toward you. Rage that parallels the infamous emotions of a woman scorned. Do not forget your origins.

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I felt it, saw it, knew it. Even from miles and miles away. In my time of grievance, you provided solace, hospitality, and more. The time we both dedicated to one another allowed our friendship to blossom even though it was necessary for us both to partake in a contingency. Everything I said to you was real... Did we not both agree to keep our ties just as strong? I knew it was possible for the other not to hold his promises, but for you as well? Perhaps this is your way to heal.

I am so blinded by my dissatisfaction that I am hardly even holding on to the potential of you and I remaining as we were.