I said I loved him.
And love comes in different shapes.
Sometimes it comes in wisdom; at other times in justice; and oftentimes in hope.
My love for him sustained my hope of seeing the light in him triumph over the darkness.
But I knew not when and where would his defilement turn into purity, his brutality into meekness, his recklessness into wisdom.
Man does not know in what manner the soul frees itself from the slavery of matter until after it is freed.
Neither does man know how the flowers smile save after the coming of the morn.
Khalil Gibran in Thoughts & Meditations - A Story of A Friend
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