I learned my lesson from him. People hurt you. People can hurt you more than pain can itself. He hurt me more than any injury I ever had, those wounds were temporary. They left a mark on my skin, but not on my heart. I loved him and he left, and took my heart with him. That pain wasn't temporary, it didn't leave a mark, but it certainly never left my mind. It's permanent in my heart.
I forgive him for leaving. It's his life, he can do whatever he wants with it, even if it means hurting other people along the way. That's what life is. We try to be good, but we destroy others, sometimes without even knowing.
I forgive him, but I can't forget what he did to me.