Victim

I was a victim. I was hurt by my father and countless other individuals. Last thing I thought about was hurting you. I knew I was playing with fire, but I thought I was going to be the only victim of my arsony. You got burned also. Now I am dealing with guilt so heavy, I can't even breathe. We acted like lovers and it was good acting but we only hurt each other. Yet my soul in some ways feels connected to you, because in our brief encounters you showed and gave me what I at that time considered to be love. I want to say I'm sorry. God taught me a lesson and brought me back to him, but the part of my chastisement that hurts the most is to think of you suffering and hating me. Please forgive me.