There’s no forgiveness in my heart for you. There never was and there never will be.
Unless you’ve found your way here and you’re reading this post, I won’t even let you have the satisfaction of knowing that I don’t forgive you.
You don’t exist. You haven’t for a very long time.
I can see that you really need my forgiveness for moving on in life. I can see that from the late night calls you’ve made to me, from the multiple text messages, emails and pings you’ve sent me recently.
Unfortunate for you that I just don’t care.
I don’t forget. And I never forgive. You’d once ridiculed me when I’d said this to you. Why care now?
When I’d said that you would never hear from me again, I’d meant it. I stand by my words. You wouldn’t understand what that means.
Don’t for a second think that your desperate pleas for forgiveness will make me go back on my word.
This isn’t some big-banner, lame-ass romantic Bollywood flick where I forgive you after ridiculing you on the streets of some fancy European city by making you dance to my tunes for a week, a month or even a year.
Real life, I’m afraid, is a tad different.
And karma is a bitch.