What is it that makes them want to protect themselves so forcefully? Why build walls so high that even their vision is marred?
And yet, today I've chosen that I will now set boundaries.
Boundaries, and obstacles in between... perhaps because that fear of breaking a heart with memory of a wound may hurt so much more - or worse, not survive another stroke.
And yet, what is a heart without love?
Mine needs an outlet, a distraction...
I need to get that cat.
