Love, in its purest form, is loving the monster inside just as much as loving the angel.
Mr. N is reading a book right now and has come to a touchy subject: trust and love. The character (we’ll call him Jim) is a conflicted man. He’s had his share of betrayal and loss. He’s in a relationship with a loving, caring woman yet he doesn’t trust her. He goes so far as to hire a private detective to follow her around. He just knows she’s cheating on him. He feels guilty about it and when the report comes in the mail, he refuses to open it. Overcome with guilt, he tells her what he did. His defense: but I didn’t open it.
She’s angry, hurt and leaves him. As she’s walking out the door, she says in so many words:
“Love without trust isn’t love at all; you can’t have…
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