I had this interesting conversation with my sister or a rather deep one. It only ended up with questions but that questions shook me to the core. You know how naive she is when compared to me.
She was talking about, Mike, her boyfriend. They were going through a rough phase, but the glint is still there, ever-present. We were in the kitchen, standing at the dining table, she was preparing lunch for him.
I asked, out of nowhere " why are we this desperate, Andrea?" She laughed and said, "what are you talking about, jenny, love." I answered hurriedly, "I mean, look at us, desperate to give chances to people who don't even deserve them."
She looked at me, with a thoughtful expression, and asked "So you say it is because we are desperate we forgive them and not out of love?" I was silent for a few seconds, and came up with, "idk, in my opinion, it is cuz we are desperate." She looked down, packing the lunch box and slowly asked, "As per me, forgiving the mistakes is love. What do you think?" Idk was my weak reply, with a question "You think so?!"
Even though I know she is naive, that question left me with other questions I couldn't answer, and answers I dared not to acknowledge.