Brick by brick, year by year I have spent my time building walls. Walls around my heart, around my life, around me. Letting people in isn't and wasn't something I've ever been good at. I have always preferred people at arms length, outside my walls; where I can see all of you but you can only see what I have allowed. Because people leave, they always do & when they decide my walls are too high to climb I will have the safety in knowing they are leaving with none of me..empty handed. That was until you came along, but you didn't knock my walls down. You've stood outside and you admired from afar& I suddenly caught myself removing bricks. One by one you patiently waited as I opened myself up and as I spilled the mess I am among the floor you didn't run in the opposite direction but instead continued to admire in curiosity. Though this wall is still here, You can see over it and the more you wait the more I want to let you in. Maybe it never was about who was willing to climb, to invade, to pry but about who was willing to wait no matter how long I left them outside.
