And for my convictions, I was convicted. A liar, a cheater, and a fraud, I was called. None of the convictions were true, except my conviction to maintain love and friendship.

There was no right or wrong in the folly that followed, but merely falsehoods flung attacking my freedoms. The damages caused were true emotions, but they burned too brightly to bare.

From both our lips spewed indecencies that were not meant to be uttered. So much damage caused over such insignificant drivel.

Never again, never forgive, never believe…and never would my words matter.

From such harm, I’ve felt only that my words lost power…that my expressions lost strength to move those that understand them. It’s a hopeless feeling believing that your biggest strength became your absolute weakness.

I let my voice be silenced. I gave ultimate power to the one who turned her back.

I’ve struggled for an entire year to find my tongue again. Still daily, I struggle believing I’ll ever find it again.

It was an abomination to love and friendship to be treated the ways that I have for so many months. My only wish is that I’d simply kept my lips closed for every minute I held anger and pain.

I was and will be the most forgiving soul encountered, and no one will ever give the peace I offered, and especially the unconditional love. I felt sorry for myself, when I should have felt sorry for her.

I was not the one who lost everything.