The Heart of Change
“I changed because of her. What I mean to say is that she inspired me.” The words of his own accounting rang true with the sheer expression of his new appearance. He was altogether different.
“Why?” Was all they could manage to muster. Awe had struck the words from their mouth. The old ‘him’ was wonder enough, but perhaps that familiar wonder had become as a cage–gilded in beauty, but confining in its rooted way.
If a smile could be felt like the glow of summer’s morning sun, draped in fresh dew, his countenance was the embodiment of such when he answered. “She simply reminded me that there was still more to me, that beneath the comfort of my usual, there was glory still left to be seen.”
With a delighted sigh, they whispered, “I believe she was right.”
*Dedicated to Blondewritemore for her ongoing encouragement and inspiration. Thank you!