You have no idea how much you’ve hurt me.
You probably never will.
I’ll bite my tongue, and make nice.
And you’ll be none the wiser.
You may even do it again.
Unfortunately, I don’t doubt that you will.
Perhaps you feel you’re justified.
Perhaps you see nothing wrong with your actions.
Perhaps you have no thought to it at all.
But I do. And it hurts. And makes me cry.
And yet, I’ll bite my tongue.
And make nice.