I was just told something about my past. From 4 years ago.

I had thought it was the worst night of my life. And I'd known only 10% of what had happened. 

I'd been drunk and blanked out for the rest of it.

Tonight I was told what happened.

I don't know why am blogging about this. Because I have no one to talk to, maybe. 

I sob. I stop.

4 years ago.

He asks me to forgive him. 

Strange circles this life is full of.

I put myself in his place. I know he's sorry. I know he hates himself for what he did.

What I don't know is... whether he's going to learn or not.