Grace I Didn’t Deserve

I expected him to get angry. I deserved anger. After I chose someone else,

I pushed him out of places he belonged. Club meetings. Group dinners. Trips he used to

be part of. I stopped replying to his messages. I avoided sitting near him.

I acted like he didn’t exist. I did it because seeing him reminded me

that I chose comfort over honesty. And still… He smiled when we passed.

He spoke gently. He never confronted me. Never embarrassed me.

That kindness destroyed me. Because anger would’ve been easier. Hatred would’ve

been clean. But he gave me grace I didn’t deserve. I never apologized. I still haven’t.