Virginia 141



With each passing she looked new.

With every conversation, a feature exposed.

Until finally she sculpted herself for him to see.

Revealing who she really was.

A flicker of fear in her belly at presenting her true self.

An act of bravery in his eyes.

And he, given permission to hold this fragile work of art, welded himself into a strong foundation that she could rest upon.

A pedestal to hold her high where no one could knock her down.

A place to admire her from.

And their love became a moment.




10 thoughts on “Sculpted

  1. Yeeeees! I formally request that this be read at my wedding! Am I even dating? No, but that’s neither, here nor there! details. . .
    The End.

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