As she heard it for the second time unexpectedly, she felt the true pain of sorrow deep within the centre of her heart, and it began to pour, then stream out of her face and nose. As soon as she knew that she needed to stop crying she suddenly noticed that she was crying, in fact wailing. Just as quickly as that torrent of water comes, she subsided, and re-centred.
And then she realised that her shirt was on backwards and all in her world was good and then the light returned to her.
"What makes a man a man?
A friend of mine once wondered.
Is it his origins?
The way he comes to life?
I don't think so.
It's the choices he makes
not how he starts things
but how he decides to end them."
I have not yet known a true man. Only glimpses. We can hope.