A parable of love and hopelessness

There once lived a young, hardworking fellow. He fell in love with a girl—beautiful, youthful—but aloof, looking down on him. The young man kept wondering how to make her like him. Every evening he brought flowers to her window.

Those flowers adorned the night and the starry sky. They wrapped her room in a gentle scent, filling it with peace, guarding her sleep. She had always suffered from nightmares, but only now did she sleep sweetly.

She did not know he was the one bringing the flowers; she never even saw them, because she never looked out the window. She was not interested in what went on out there. She was always focused only on herself. So she did not see. And she did not know what made her sleep well.

But one day, at her command, the young man was seized and thrown into a prison for having openly spoken to her, for daring to raise his eyes to her as if he were her equal. She wanted to plunge him into solitude, into despair, into darkness, into that state of fear in which she herself had spent many nights.

But as soon as this happened, the nightmares began to visit her again, even more intensely. For she had grown accustomed to sweet dreams. Then she ordered him brought to her. He told the whole truth.

"And what? What’s the moral?"

"She forgave him. She understood the depth of his act—he could have refused her, walked away, abandoned her, but love has no hopelessness; love is always a way out, it is the way out, the only right way out. And by allowing this love to live inside him, he, with that gift, gave her life.

Thus he saved not only her, not only himself, he saved them together. He multiplied that feeling many times over, so that everything in that estate was transformed.

They began to rule together, in harmony and love, in sincerity and happiness. And all those who had once served her began to be filled with that feeling, began to smile more often, to celebrate. All merriment was no longer forbidden, as it had been before.

One person's love can transform all who surround him. There is no hopeless love; love is the only true way out. It is not enough to love; what matters even more is to show that love.