Melt with Me

She looked up and our eyes met. As if she was allowing me to see her for the first time.

With her defeated posture and desperate gaze she asked me a simple question.

“Do you know what it’s like?”

I knelt beside her. I reached for her hand.

She pulled away, knowing I couldn’t understand.

“No. I don’t and I pray I never do.”

A moment of vulnerability and transparency. Even in her turmoil,

she had never been more beautiful.

I chose my words carefully.

I spoke my message into existence.

For I saw in her what she had hid from all the rest.

“I’m not asking for your trust yet. I have to earn that.

But give me a chance, for the world is brighter than you think. In you, I find delight. And in us, your hope will be restored.

A tear rolled down her face.

“Melt with me.”