Forgiveness is not a flower that opens in a single day.
Layer by layer, her petals slowly open. Peeling away. Unfurling. Slowly revealing more and more of herself.
Forgiveness will not be rushed. She will not be coerced, or hurried. Try to pry her open, and you will only bruise and crush her.
But when patiently nurtured, she will share her beauty. Her fragrance will perfume your path. Her petals will dance in the breeze.