Everything was fine the way it was, until you told me you loved me. Of course I was dumb enough to believe it, how could I not - I loved you too.

Over the year that we had been ‘seeing’ each other, you had managed to, brick by brick, deplete my wall, until I felt like I only stood behind a small shield of what was left. The last little bit of my metaphorical wall, protecting my most vulnerable self. Then one day, you told me you loved me back - and I dropped what little of my wall was left. Thoughts went through my mind - all I wanted to do from then on was please you. Be the reason for the smile on your lips, and the bounce in your step.

I learned that words, mean fuck all.