Truths of Old

Dear Stranger,

You do not know me; perhaps you know of me, as I only know of you.

But know this :

You have hurt her. And yet she loves you still.

There are many things that have come to pass; time waits for no man, or woman... and as time passes, so too does your past slide further away, day by day.

Let what has happened in the past remain buried there. Look to the new day.
She is changed now - you both know that.

What, and who you have now - is it truly what you want? Did you choose, and do you constantly choose now - because it is truly what you wish for, the rest of your life?

Would you compound the mistakes of your past, by projecting them into eternity?
Is Pride at stake?

Are you too afraid to hurt her, to choose happiness? That decision will come, one day of its own accord. It is inevitable.
Happiness may not wait indefinitely for you.

I do not presume to know your answers.

I have heard only one side of the coin.

I only know this - such a love, as she has for you - reminds me of a love I had for someone else once - it is rare, and burns deeply - but is not invicible, and can be eroded away, albeit with much time, pain, and heartache.

Need this be the case?

Know that you are no friend of mine, and never will be - because you have hurt her.

The time is fast coming when you must choose.

Choose wisely, and may God be with you.

Both.