on forgiveness

i remember a singular episode that happened to me a long time ago (won't even think about how long ago). when me and s. broke up, our common group of friends broke up as well. in three pieces, to be more precise: those who were on my side, those who were on her side, and those who decided to play switzerland and remained neutral as the whole class was falling apart. the funny thing is, neither me or her wanted our private little war to escalate to the whole crew. it was our business, and our business alone; and yet, as i talked about it with some people, so did she, and everyone started taking sides. i'm not willing to play the victim, but the fact is, she was the one who screw up then, and those who remained on my side, so to speak, blamed her. 

eventually, the hatred between me and her faded away, and we became friends again (we're still very good friends, by the way). i forgave her. i truly did. but those who were on my side never forgave her for her mistakes, and still don't like it. it's the same for some friends of mine who never really liked her, and who started hating her after we broke up: they still hate her, they still can't understand how could i made peace with her. they can't still forgive her. but they didn't have to blame her in the first place.

it's funny to see how we can forgive those who hurt us easily than our friends. after a while, we want nothing but peace; but they're still after the promise of bloodshed they never saw fulfilled.