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As Ann wandered around her restaurant, she was relieved to see people smiling and laughing, holding their never ending drinks in their hand. If nothing else, she figured she could always make the income by the bar. “Ann.” She turned at the sound of her name. Shaking hands was a necessity at her opening, but she was tiring of the same action and conversation as every prosperous person in town introduced themselves individually. When she saw who was waiting for her though her hand fell back to her side and she attempted a shaky smile. “Jason…” “Look, Ann, I know that this is the last place you want to see me. I mean, your premiere… Wow. I always knew you said you wanted your own restaurant… And the Sapphire -” “Red Sapphire,” she corrected him. His cheeks reddened slightly, but he gave a small smile. “Of course. You said that that’s what you wanted to name it. Your birthstone and your favorite color… I have to admit,” he looked around, “it looks like a success.” “Thanks.” A sho

I have always been a forgiver, it's simply a part of who I am. You do something bad, you're forgiven, here's your second or third or fourth or whatever number chance you are on with me. I forgive . I forgive, but I don't forget - -no matter how hard I may try to. I realized this today more so than I have any other time in my past. I forgive a lot of people, admittedly some people who probably don't deserve to be forgiven, but I still do it. Today though, I wondered if I even managed forgiveness with a certain individual. Now let me clarify that this individual technically never did anything purposefully directed to me, and yet, I feel that I need to forgive them. The only problem is, I realized that I haven't forgiven this person. Worse yet, I realized that I will likely never forgive them. And I tried to make myself believe otherwise, I tried to smile in this individual's general direction, I tried to avoid it even, and yet my smile manged to fal

In 2006, I gained a more understanding and forgiveful mind. I realized that there are some things that I can’t change or control but life will go on; and I guess if it doesn’t kill you, it will at least make you more prepared for the next time. I lost myself for a while… But don’t worry, because I refound myself, and it turned out okay in the end. I stopped being friends with people who didn’t know a single thing about who I really am. I started listening to that not-so-silly thing called my heart more than my head. I was hugely satisfied by my ability to open up to people during the tough times. It wasn’t pretty, but it was something that I needed to do and I have had a lot of trust issues in the past, but I’m (slowly) overcoming them. And frustrated by allowing myself to be mad/angry/sad/confused/lost for longer than I should have allowed myself. I am so embarrassed that I collapsed at your doorstep that one very horrible night…. Once again, I called someone some not-nice nam