It started all like a chess game. He, white. Opening up with two steps in. Ready to advance, attack, or whatever. It was as if his mind wasn’t made up yet. The other hand, she was gentle. Soft, but firm. A patient woman, and true. She played her part well. Opening up where she felt-she could. Advancing her intention with much, much-thought.

Where is the man patiently in love? Messily advancing into her camp. Giving her parts of himself. Disarming every piece of her that swore never to look at him as if he was capable of receiving her love.

Dismantling her every insecurity. Capturing her king of lies. Setting her free with the truth of his love.

A beautiful checkmate made in Heaven. A game beautifully played.