That Sword you hold in your hand is a weapon. It can harm. It can hurt. Sometimes the wounds you inflict won’t be physical. But your sharp words can scratch a soul. Your careless words can make a humble heart burn. Not your heart, of course. For it is so closely guarded.
“I love you,” I blurt out.
I don’t know where those words came from or why I said them. But once I’d said it, I knew that there was no taking them back.
A heart that doesn’t know how to forgive is a heart that hurts.
It’s only the people you love who have the power to truly hurt you. Who have the power to do the unspeakable to you and leave you for dead. This is beyond pain. This is annihilation of everything that you are. Everything you hold dear. Everything that is sacred to you. This is death by fire by those who are closest and dearest to you. This is destruction at its cruelest and most unimaginable.