After getting my heart broken the first time, I never thought I’d fall in love again. I built walls up around my heart, made them from concrete and put iron bars around those walls.
But when he leant his forehead on my shoulder, sighing about life, he began to rust the iron and crack the concrete. All I did was awkwardly pat his head because I couldn’t do anything more at that stage but god I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him forever.
Weeks later his kiss would completely rust the iron, and his touch and his words would smash the concrete into a thousand pieces. It was like I was in a castle that was under attack. But I wasn’t scared.
I wasn’t scared until months later when he reminded me why I put those walls up in the first place.