Walls are so easy to build and they are even easier to rebuild.
You don’t want to get hurt so you stop reaching out, but one day, one fateful day, someone comes along and starts kicking at those walls.
Just little kicks at 1st so you think nothing of it, but then they kiss you and those damn walls start to shake. They hold your face in your hands and those damn walls start to bend. They see you, truly see you and they like what they see. They hold you close one night and the walls crumble. They are in and it scares you to death but you are willing to be scared now.
Time goes on, you are happy but still learning about relationships. You watch and see, you feel the walls starting to build back up again because you don’t want to be hurt, but at the same time, you don’t want to hold anyone else’s feelings back, so you start stacking the bricks back up one at a time, you don’t want to rush this because this is yours and yours alone.
You do great until one night your partner sees thro it all over again. In that one moment, he sees the clinched hands as you are standing between them enjoying so much pain. He can feel it on your body, something is different and he calls you on it.
He kisses you and those walls start to bend, forget shake. He tells you to kiss him and the feeling of his lips upon yours once more, the way your lips cave in and can feel so much love there- it is so breath takingly beautiful that you can’t help but feel those wall crumble.
Damn it, there they go, falling down as fast the tears roll down your face, they shatter, leave your soul standing there to him bare again and you would not change one damn thing at that moment. In that one damn moment you stop and just feel. You know you are love, cared about, wanted still and part of.
Thank you for seeing me Maestre, thank you for hearing me Lady, thank you for allowing me to build myself back up again instead of those damn walls.
Thank you for giving me that one damn moment in time