I will see it in him still, I know. The way he looked at me as he drove what he knew would burn me most, straight into my soul. But I am old, I am tired of holding grudges that are over nothing but others being human. We are all that, we all screw up at some time. We are all petty and foolish, we are all the mix of our darker and lighter emotions. I have been forgiven mine so many times when I know I have not deserved it.

What good is there in pulling out the drama cat and parading around with it weighing on our shoulders? What does it gain us, truly? It would make me petty. It would degrade me. Everyone needs a save sometimes.

Besides, there was cake.