I love people extremely hard. My mom always told me I wear my heart at my sleeve and she’s wasn’t wrong. Even know in college, I still love hard and leave myself open to pain. I guess over the years I just learned to build walls. Really high walls so, the people who do get over it’d mean something.
Turns out buildibn walls only limits your interaction. You only have the people who were around before the walls were built or the ones braves enough to try. Not a lot of people try.
It wasn’t just one relationship that broke me it was the simultaneous betrayal of everyone crashing around me at…
