But if you can't forgive him, you can't.
It's not that I can't forgive him. Do you know how I spent the night after he left? Trying to figure out if I was glad, that he didn't get on that plane. If I say I'm glad he's alive, I'm glad he found me that day, or if I lie, and I say I'm not, either way it feels like I'm doing something wrong to someone I... To both of them, to him and Greg. Being with him is like making a choice.