She must have already forgiven him for leaving her behind. Girls were good at colouring in those disappointing blank spots. I thought of the night before, her exaggerated moans.

Emma Cline
She must have already forgiven him for leaving her behind....
She must have already forgiven him for leaving her behind....
She must have already forgiven him for leaving her behind....
She must have already forgiven him for leaving her behind....
About This Quote

It is said that girls are good at colouring in those disappointing blank spots. The fact that girls were good at colouring in the blank spots spoke of their ability to fill in a part of a picture that was missing. They knew how to make a situation right again. It is the same with forgiveness.

If you have wronged another person, it’s not easy to forgive them. It takes a deep understanding of the other person and an open heart.

Source: The Girls

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