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I built my walls high enough no one could climb.
Strong enough no one could break through.
I was independent, untouchable - needing no one, wanting nothing.
And then she came.
June.
A bratty, reckless, sunshine-smiling storm wrapped in glitter and chaos.
She didn't knock. She didn't ask. She barged right in, laughing, teasing - taking pieces of me I didn't even know I was willing to give.
Before I realized it,
I wasn't standing alone anymore.
I was already hers.
Heart, soul, and every broken wall.