Friendship is a strange thing. We have rules, ways of behaving that we expect one another to know, one another to live by. Sometimes these rules are spoken aloud; more often then not they are merely assumed. Usually we have no logical creation of these rules, only a deep seated sense that they are right.
When one of these rules is violated we are hurt, severely, but we rarely know what to do. "These rules shouldn't ever be violated," we think "everyone is aware of them."
I want to forgive, but I can't.
I want to hate, but I don't.