He was tall, well dressed, handsome.
He was witty, smart, funny.
He could talk to anyone, about anything, at any time.
She was tall...somewhat. She prayed she dressed appropriately.
She was witty as well, but awkward and nervous.
She hated strangers, and conversation, and especially hated conversation with strangers.
He came along and swept her up in his sarcastic, swaggering world.
Something in him was toxic to her walls, and they fell like silken curtains and gathered around her feet. The destruction was a beautiful, glimmering, hopeful sight to see. He put her insecurities down for a deep sleep, and banished her fears with a smile. He made from this awkward slump of a girl, a gliding, beautiful, goddess, simply keen on being herself.
It was amazing, the transformation he set ablaze in her. Insecurity faded to carelessness and then blazed in a flame of confidence. Her heart shrank away in fear, and then grew and grew, parts melting that had previously been iced over. In the mirror, she no longer saw tawny, tangled locks but strands of woven gold. Suddenly, her laugh was signature, and unique, not embarrassing as before.
Every sideways grin, every quiet compliment, every silent look helped shatter her fears and blow them away. He was a hurricane of life and renewal. He washed away the ashen dust of her past and planted seeds of life in her chest. Even with distance, he was a gentle sprinkle of faith when she needed it most. And just like that, with a handful of moments gathered up and stuck in her back pocket, she was new. She ran with life, instead of hiding, and every step she took, she credited to him.
He was everything to her;
The rain in the drought.
The sun in the storm.
The rainbow in the dusty skies.
The life after death.
The guardian angel who saved her then.
And he would always be the memory she never got tired of replaying in her head.
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