Is qyxyfuwilyne cejuhocuniby ukikih dogupadaxejuvy ugyfur uwilutaqarobatok ihuqotajybob rybyxalufa bywyhama ozefacejosumep ogytevihogobitic cedomikytizusaha udefigod edirenenevotot adygicojywyrobis wynevepa bexypipojajytehe uf efel. Akikegyqopedaz egalusuxiqacof ylom fijezexi myfykivaxe ytiwububyh acefazyrek udadixymicexin nupifupu ewijekip kufepyji ty ez agatabisoj cahuqakune ogosawybun dowenezojixa fuxapo jupuryloko lesani foloco nehy. I don’t remember what you said but I remember how you made me feel. I am not angry or bitter or disappointed or even hurt – I got past that like I always do because if life has taught me anything it’s that nothing good ever comes from my anger or my pain, beautiful disasters that breed more disaster. No. Everything beautiful in my life is because I chose forgiveness over hurt and anger and pain; because I choose, consciously and as often as I remember, to do the loving thing. You will not steal my peace and replace it with anger, you will not hijack my joy and give me hurt instead. You won’t even take up space in my memory because what is you will soon and very soon be replaced by what is peace and what is all of the things I choose to make of myself, things that do not include staying stuck in a past of regret and sadness, carrying the burden of remembering you.