-Perspective

[Words to Image. This random picture, my mental take on it, these words below]

He asked her an open-ended question and listened intently to her answer. It amazed him that her perspective was quite different than his own. Not entirely, just minimal aspects of it. Their core explanations used the same words and phrases. Their descriptors held similar flavors. Their processes only paralleled each other's part of the time. Other times, they strayed. Ultimately, the two lines returned to a side-by-side union.

"All roads lead to Rome," he thought.

In this, they knew they were destined to be.

"Tell me what you think, what you feel, what you know to be true, and what you can be swayed from. I sincerely wish to know."

"If I do, will you judge me?" she asked.

"Never."

He listened intently as she poured out her thoughts, giving her ample time to paint her picture. He found it beautiful and mesmerizing.

When she had finished, she asked, "Did you judge me?"

"No," he replied. "I realized our differences are not quite that. When you speak, I have moments where my feet fall from the edge of our path. But that is not you. And other moments when I feel them plant securely. And that is you. My ears are used to hearing in a way that my mind has adopted. At times, I stumble. But that is not you. And when you give me grace in my confusion, that is you. Do I ever confuse you?"

"Yes," she said with a smile. "But you offer me the same grace. I know that when our feet take different paths, they will come together again, when we reach Rome."

She stared at him, intently, and her heart was filled with love.

"Tell me what you think, what you feel, what you know to be true, and what you can be swayed from. I sincerely wish to know."

"If I do, will you judge me?" he asked.

"Never."

He began to speak ...