by Toni Birdsong
Twenty five years is a long time to wait for an apology. Still, the moment went something like this thanks to our ability to send anyone, anywhere a private Facebook message:
Me: Dear Kelly, I certainly wouldn’t blame you if cuss me out, block me, or never even respond to this message. The way I treated you in high school haunts me to this day. You didn’t deserve any of it. The real truth? You were prettier than me, smarter, and basically—everything I wasn’t. I was jealous and I made your life hell because of it. I’m so ashamed of the hurt I caused you. Is there any way you would even consider forgiving me?













