Yet still she felt uneasy at times. There was something nagging at her, even after all these years. When she began to examine what it was, she realized there was a deep sadness caused by the guilt she had been carrying from long ago.
I told her it was okay to put down the box containing her guilt. She knew, with her logical mind, that it was. Yet something made her cling to it even more tightly at the mere suggestion of letting go.
She had been holding it for so long, she didnโt know how to let it go now. It had been so familiar to her, like an old toxic friend.
I said to her, โItโs okay, you donโt need it anymore. It does not serve you. It never did. It was a lie to begin with.โ
She began to weep. I walked with her to the edge of the grassy cliff where we overlooked a steep canyon carved out by a winding river. I reassured her again that it was time.
She held her arms out over the edge and let go of the box. It was a steep cliff, hundreds of feet down. She cried even more as she released what had been plaguing her for what felt like one hundred years.
As the box silently fell, it opened up, and a kaleidoscope of butterflies flew out into the sky.
I told her that I loved her so much. More than anything, and that she deserved to be happy. She knew in her heart that this was true.
ย โI forgive you.โ I whispered once more, as I sat in solitude, knowing that now I was free.
-By Katie B
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