And by and by, he gradually discovered that perhaps in time it would be possible to love that one again. Perhaps he was mistaken to make misjudged opinions of her as he did once. Perhaps time can heal that which was inflicted upon him. He found more and more that this consideration was accurate and he came to love that one to a great extent, greater than what he thought could be possible, particularly considering all the previous circumstances. And it surprised him. Pleasantly surprised him, in fact, that he would take back everything that which he had once so vehemently said. But he did: he took it all back and forgave; and in turn he was forgiven. This man that I once knew, he ended up marrying that woman, so great was his love for her. And it made me marvel that perhaps it is the shadowy, darker parts of our hearts that make known who we really are.
I was asked once whether it was better to forgive or to forget.
My answer was to forgive.
If you forgive then it is also forgotten.
But if it is forgotten, it is only that: forgotton.
Ready to emerge at any given moment, with the hard feelings still attached.
No, it is far, far better to forgive.
Forgive always, no matter what the crime.
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