I'm sorry for letting you take the risk, for letting you down. I'm sorry for tearing you apart.
They warned me, saying it is not easy to mend broken pieces together. But no, this time I'd be stubborn, I know this isn't gonna hurt. How can such beautiful thing harm me? I wanted to keep going.
Why did it have to hurt? He was supposed to be your hero, your savior, your first and true love. But he left you alone, bleeding and barely breathing.
So you built walls. Walls too high for anyone to climb. Walls thick enough to endure all the shaking. Walls built brick by brick with words, with lies, with pain. Walls to isolate you from all the cruelty and aches the world has to offer. Walls for your protection.
I feel so helpless. I can't feel your life anymore. It's like you stopped beating. Now you won't let anyone in. You won't bring that wall down because you're afraid of hurting again. You believe that only you can protect yourself, and you won't open up unless somebody proves you otherwise.
This is all my fault.
I am sorry, dear heart.