Apology Accepted

I have a hard time letting of go.  If my feelings have been hurt, I will carry that grudge forever.  Seriously, I am still bitter about being kissed by the big lipped kid when I was in second grade.  That son of a bitch never said he was sorry for jumping off the merry go round and planting his big assed lips on my sweet little face.  Phillip.  I seethe when I say that name.
I don't get into a lot of arguments these days.  And no one has big lipped kissed me for quite some time.  But I still have a hard time letting go.  I ask the Lord on a regular basis to help me stop being so petty.  It is really unbecoming.  I whine and try to justify my point of view.  I really ought to just man up and get over it.  People don't always intend to hurt when they do.  Some people aren't any good at saying sorry, even when they are.  Sometimes, making the mountain out of the mole hill just makes me miserable. 
So as this season of Glad Tidings begins, I begin to let go.  I must put into perspective the transgression.  And I must accept an apology that I may never hear.  At the same time, I must ask for forgiveness for all the transgressions that I have made.  All those innocent remarks that were taken as hurtful.  All the slights, intended and unintended.  All those times that I could have, should have been there and wasn't.  I am sorry that I have not been the kind of friend that I expected you to be.  I am sorry that I can be a rotten person, but I am working on it.  The Good Lord has not given up on me so I am asking you not to either.  And I forgive you.  You have your own set of problems and issues, just like all of us.  Even as I write this, I find my mind wandering to specific events.  And bitterness leaves an aftertaste that sometimes just won't go away.  All I can really do is shake off the anger, the resentment, the frustration. 
And as far as Phillip is concerned, well, I am a work in progress.