Ciara Smyth

“History is who we are,” I say finally. “The past shapes us. Even the parts you can’t remember.”

I didn’t know how to stay angry and I didn’t know how to stop being angry and I wasn’t sure which one I wanted more. The energy it takes to keep hating someone that much is hard to sustain. But I never really forgave him. We eased into a fragile peace, but it was never the same.