"It's official. I'm in love with Summer." And I will forever be lost in those eyes.

Forgiveness. To conclude a resentment, an indignation. Forgiveness is often requested, yet more often rejected than accepted. Of late, I've been finding myself quite frequently in the position of the forgiver, whereby the forgivees were never actually at fault, not at least, at the end of the day. I find myself thoroughly uncomfortable in circumstances of wrongdoings, circumstances in which the fault is almost never on one side of the fence, and almost never correctly blamed. Perhaps the conclusion of the year brings upon the closure of past resentments and misunderstandings. How it seems that 2009 was a year to forgive, one that should perhaps be left behind, but never one to forget. May the new year prevent the need for forgiveness to be requested.