Love does not keep a record of wrongs… Or rights. 

Both the kind that goes “HEY, friend… and just WhEN is it MY turn to get a scalp massage, already!! If memory serves (which it May not, since it’s gettin crusty up here), you got the past seven and oooh, your hands must be all rested up and ready to return the favor, yo!”

And the kind that, over time, will make you come across as more kind, aka when you give up your “right”to be right. 

Your “right” to not be offended. 

Even your  “right” to be understood.

(Submitting all these To God before man is even more important, tho. But more on that next time, friend.)