I can’t open this properly. I have no sarcasm or spit left to spend on you and the things you’ve done.

I felt hate for you, and now all I feel is tired.

I declared hate for you, but I’m not certain that we have that much time in our short human lives to waste on hating someone who made their human choices and reaped their human consequences.

The space you occupied in my emotions got so sick that it forcibly expelled you.

And now that I write this, I feel pity for everyone (including me) who fell for your deceitful ways, but especially those who were younger, and more timid, and less brain-developed, and had a much better excuse for naiveté than the rest of us.

I pray that their choices in the aftermath are ones that lead to healing, ones that are good. “What man meant for evil, God intended for good.”

Your fallibility is nothing if not under the sovereign countenance of a Good and Immutable God.

May the Lord have mercy on your soul, that you repent and find Him before you meet the end of your own short days, as shall we all.

Jaimie Krycho