October 10, 2011 Iron
She remembers how she felt that night when her heart didn’t seem to work. It stopped. It just wouldn’t pump any feeling into any part of body. Physically, she was fine, but her heart was ripped out. She remembers what the process was like. Shock, disbelief, anger, lonely nights, prayer, acceptance. Each step got a little easier, but it was a long process. It was said her new heart was surrounded by walls made of iron. Courters tried to knock them down but their weapons just bounced off the walls and fell into the moat.
A new knight approaches. The one that had the potential to make her want the things she had before her darkest hour. The things that made her heart warm and working. She wasn’t a damsel in distress anymore but still wanted her Prince Charming. Those walls though, are impenetrable from the outside. He whispered in her ear, “I can’t knock down those iron walls but I can make your heart so warm that the iron melts from the inside out.”
The melting process has begun.
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