I worked with you ten years ago. I didn’t know you well, but something happened between us that has had an impact on me, something that I need to release.
I want you to know that I forgive you.
I forgive you for noticing I was new to the alcohol game and a bit naive and deciding you would take advantage of that.
I forgive you for offering to “look after me” when I was very drunk after work drinks one night.
I forgive you for not driving me home the way you had said you would, but taking me to your friends house.
I forgive you for saying “I’ll take you home soon” when I asked why we were at your friends house, when you blatantly had no intention of driving me home.
I forgive you for whatever happened next (I have no memory of it), although I woke up in your arms half naked at 3am.
I forgive you for telling me I’d have to walk home if I wanted to leave, when it was dark, the middle of the night at a house I didn’t know.
I forgive you for avoiding eye contact or interaction with me for the next three months at work.
I forgive you.