It feels much longer than it really is and undeniably I have gotten much too attach. All over again I am in that place believing that all I need I you and i’ll be fine. That self destructive island that I often launch myself into believing that hey, maybe just maybe he’s the one.
Truth is, its only been a very short time and while I still feel the same I can’t help but feel more insecure with my place with you. How I will never live up to what you had originally thought of me or even what you hope of me.
I have lost every brick and every metal bolt in the caged walls I had around my heart and it is doing so much more damage then I could have ever expected. I am constantly wary of things and grow increasingly paranoid about every spoken words and actions.
It’s not even half a year yet. So maybe its time I start slowly rebuilding my walls before anything really ultimately happens.
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