A letter on forgiveness

I'm not angry about the money anymore. I want that written down somewhere, even if it's here.

For a long time I told people you'd borrowed it and disappeared, and that was true, but I left out that you were twenty-three and scared and that I knew things were bad and didn't ask. I liked being the one who had it together. I think I even liked being the one who got wronged.

You don't owe me anything. I wouldn't turn you away if you knocked. I'm not sure I'd say any of that if you actually did though, so it's here instead.