Some only see the mask, I always see right to the soul, some appreciate that and some not so much. The appearance is clues, information about their self esteem, the state of the soul, of how much rescue may be required and what type.
There was a softness to his appearance, a kind of warmth married to a shyness. It was the look of an honest soul and in that moment I knew I'd found a special friend.
There is a way people look when they are well, truly well, and then there is the look and appearance of masking struggle, of putting on the brave face. If Scarlet was ever going to become the former, I had to encourage her to embrace her reality, to take the counselling and move onward into a stronger self.
She had the look of one with a soul intact, yet hiding as a child may from monsters imagined or real.
By the look and appearance of his smile, I could tell he was a loving soul, yet one who was shy of such affections for good reason.
In the winter time Jason looked just like any other guy walking down the street in his jeans and duffle coat. There was something a little hippy-ish about him, from the way he moved to his slightly long hair and coarse beard. He looked for all the world like he was walking to his own beat, literally, like there was music playing in his head. But come summer when he stripped off to a tight t-shirt and bermuda shorts his muscles popped right out. Suddenly the girls heads would turn. In his layers he was no-one and without them he was someone. He always returned a smile when he caught an admiring glance, but his heart had long been taken. He gave it away to a girl that fell for him in the winter time; and he kept her love sacred.
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