Sometimes you are in so much of haste to treat a wound, that it ends up leaving a stain for a much longer period.You try to hide it first,then soothe and then try to walk brazenly as if you are not hurt a bit.But you keep paying attention.Always.Thus it grows. It appears to wane,to fade.But it grows.So much so, that after a while you are not sorry that you hurt yourself,but sorry that you haven't forgotten it till now.
Neither forgotten.Nor forgiven.
May be,You don't want to forgive.You don't seek redemption but You'll not forgive.You don't wish him ill...may be because he can cause you no harm,or maybe because you have caused him enough......You don't wish him ill....for he no longer means anything to you.You just are trying to shrug off what he once meant to you. May be you only hurt yourself in the process...I don't know... it lingers,a scar,a blemish, it's alien....it's his....yet now it's yours.
Sometimes It's not satisfying enough just to ignore somebody,So,you rant on your blog to see if it helps.
P.S-Please **** off somewhere.somewhere without orkut/gmail.. so that i don't have to see your stupid smile and forwards again and i promise i'll try to forget you.