What happens when two very different people are in a romantic relationship? Where one person needs to hear things, sentiments, vocalized and the other has trouble expressing them? Who bends?
I've had my heart broken over and over by men and I'm only in my mid-twenties. I didn't think I was this insecure, but only recently have I begun to reflect over the damage inflicted on my heart and I've discovered it is worse than I previously thought. There is a pretty big hole it seems. I've been relying on someone to fill it for me, but each time I think it's patched, it tears open again. I don't know what it is that's not working. Therefore I suppose there's only one other solution: instead of trying to fill it, try building over it. Like a bridge. It'll be hollow, but at least it'll be in one piece. And instead of outsourcing, I'll use materials I already own - intelligence, pride, and any self-sufficiency I can muster. Everyone over the age twelve has some kind of wall built. Some part of distrust in humankind. Time to turn over a new leaf, as the saying goes. How fitting since it's just turned autumn. My leaf will be made of mortar and date of construction begins now.
Construction ahead. Please use detour.
