in infinity size is irrelevant. Betrayals are often small, a broken promise here, a little let down there, a losing your guitar lead here, a not paying you back there, a deprioritising of your work her, a leaving you out of the discussions there. But they add up. And then one day, something will happen. It will be one message, one time they didn’t get back to you, and a seemingly small deal. But it will be an inch over the line of integrity you guarded your soul with from birth, and that one inch is all it takes. And as much as you would love to, and as hard as you try, you can never go back. It’s like a land mine exploded and any remnant of friendship is impossible from there. The centimetre that lacerates the heart. The millimetre that puts the process of forgiveness back decades. The small things matter. That one inch matters, and only your heart can judge the distance