Once-upon-a-time, she met a man and saw the mind within the brain, the heart within the chest, the soul within the shell. She heard the song within the voice, saw love behind the smile and humour in the creases of his face.
But now she sees only the surface. Only the square not the cuboid. Without the other dimensions the image is unrecognisable.
Now his eyes offer no depth. Speaking discordant, hurtful words, a shallow smile wrinkles his face.
He’s not the man she fell in love with. He is a stranger.
But did he change or did her perspective?