"It's 3am, I must be lonely"

I came home from a good night out with a friend. Someone I have been hesitant in calling her a friend since I don't know how much things have changed; I don't know how much people are willing to forget or how much they actually do. We all remember the barbs that are traded, but who's to say which person remembers which piece of poison we pass around?

I'm trying not to let my current mood cloud that high, diminish that realization that I am capable of forgiving people I never thought I could. I thought that I had lost that ability long ago. I was honest and told her about the twice in a life time line and I never thought I would be able to. Maybe it's all just a moment that will be gone. Maybe we will start pretending again. Maybe we will all be to willing to forget it. Maybe we really can't forgive.