I am a hopeless romantic. I fall in love with everything, from photographs of cities to people on the train. I fall in love so easily and so plentifully. I develop hopeless, meaningless crushes on people for a few minutes- months at a maximum. And it's never deep enough for me to think about it more than once a day.
I fall in love with boys and girls and everyone in between. I fall in love with big houses and small houses and the idea that there is life inside of them.
I fall in love with cigarette smoke and ashes. Trees and leaves and sunlight. Everything.
But I also fall out of love like it's nobody's business. Commitment is foreign to me. If anyone is to try to break down my walls, they'd better bring a bulldozer.
That's why I was frightened when someone found the key to the eternally bolted doors. I didn't think another soul could intrude on mine.
