There was something different about him,
The way he held her, so gently, as if trying to embrace her to be whole.
Something in the way he understood her,
That made her know he saw into her soul.
Something different in the way he loved
her and cherished her for who she was
and not some incomplete imagined
A kindness in his voice when talking to her,
A listening to understand and not just to respond.
Something different in the way his eyes followed her around the room, noticing her, when she felt so invisible and lost.
A warmth, a reassurance in his hand clasped over hers,
A protective arm around her in a sea of faces.
Something different that she called love.
Mustn’t forget to acknowledge the image came from Pinterest.