Belief
She is stronger than him. Not in will, or character, or conviction. Not in heart, nor determination. Her legs carry her no less quickly, her eyes see no more sharply, her ears hear as fairly. It is in belief that she outmatches him: belief that a feeling so strong it can move hands and minds and mouths, change realities and shape decisions, can be more important than all the dangers that its advent might bring.
She is stronger, because her beliefs become her armor and her weapons, her great war steed to ride out to battle upon. Every touch of emotion is jeweled upon her sword, reflected off the the strength of her thrust where enemies may fall. She is strong, because she accepts that she loves, and she builds foundation upon those beliefs where he refuses to even sketch their outlines for fear they may one day crumble.
She is stronger than him, but only because she has embraced what he still yet fears, and in that strength she also believes that one day he will rise to meet her challenge.
He has yet to disappoint her, after all.
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~ by eeratka on February 11, 2011.
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