Who are we? Are we
the best thing we’ve ever done? Or are
we defined by the worst thing we’ve ever done?
When you’ve known a person your entire life and they’ve been nothing but
loving, helpful, loyal, and kind to you the whole time, is that who they really
are?
What if you found out they had
committed an unspeakable act that hurt someone?
Does that change who they are?
Are they the kind, loving person you’ve known or were they actually a
monster the whole time?
It’s so hard to know…
When you know someone so well, yet you never caught even a glimpse of
the darkness inside of them... Was the
darkness always there?If a good, caring person who laughed and loved and made the world a better place suddenly, inexplicably, and irrevocably indulges in a damnable act against another, then who are they?
Are they the person who held your hand when you were
scared? The one who laughed with you and
cried with you and only wanted the very best for you?
Is it OK to keep loving them for who they
were, even though it seems the rest of the world hates them?
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