My brother asked me if I had forgiven you yet and it sounded like a chore I hadn't gotten around to yet. Until now I didn't realize the amount of work that goes into forgiveness and how the work doesn't end. There are times when I feel peace and there are times that compulsive thoughts of what you did flood my mind. Sometimes I am tired of fighting those thoughts and let them run, leaving me destroyed all over again. I want so badly to move on with you but I am so exhausted by all this work.