Listening to a compliment can be similar to looking at an eclipse.
I don't dare stare at it.
But silly me, believing I have to wear protection.
And even though kind words can't possibly burn my retinas--they still somehow have the ability to blind me.
To the truth? Or to the truth as I suspect it.
Or expect it.
Unsure of what to do in the moment, I look to the wayside.
But even so, you should know...
I wanted to hear that compliment again and again.
So, don't think your kindness hasn't found it's mark.
It's after the compliment's been given that I'm able to savor it and watch it in my mind's eye, where it's once again illuminated, like the moon having bypassed the sun.