It happened, and you didn't know it. You couldn't: that is one of my most well-kept secrets, one that even my best friends do not suspect. But you've hit the mark by saying what you should never say. You have no idea of what you brought back. Of what memories you've triggered. Of what feelings you've unleashed. Probably you think you do, but you don't. My attempt was never real; it didn't even had the consistency of a threat. However, other threats were made, in a long lost past, long before you or your knowledge of me. And I had to watch it all, I had to sit there and listen to the ugliest words I've always listened to in my whole life, and only one thought came to my mind as I tried to cry and couldn't: no one deserves this. That was what you did. You brought it all back. You couldn't know it. And I can't forget it, or forgive it.