“Betrayal was a stone beneath a mattress of thr bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?”

“What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?”

“Betrayal eats into you like maggots on road-kill. Forgiveness is an illusion, because you can never forget what was done to you. You’re stuck in that moment; you haven’t got 4 x 4 in your car, so there’s no moving on away from the deep pit of sadness and hurt. It dominates your every thought, every waking moment, dragging you down.”

“What is the point of having something lovely if you never share it?”

“When you are able to shift your inner awareness to how you can serve others, and when you make this the central focus of your life, you will then be in a position to know true miracles in your progress toward prosperity.”

“In my eyes you're perfect, until you lie to me. Betraying my trust is something I can forgive, but never forget. Stay perfect.”