When I was little, I believed that the world was kind. I believed that saying Thank You, I'm Sorry and I Love You was all that matters.

I thought that being good and kind exempts us from getting hurt by the real world. I have always believed that living in this world was just plain simple.

But it may be true, to a child, like I was before. Until I realized how deformed my life was.

I loved a man, who made me see how life could be messy and complicated. I loved a man, who taught me how living can be harsh and scary. That sometimes, the Thank You, I'm Sorry and I Love You sounds so empty, sounds void. That kindness and goodness would take you nowhere.

He made me see the other side of the world, its darkest reality.

And it includes Him.