She walked around with a bubble around her. It kept her safe from those who wanted to come too close. She said it was her own space, it's what allowed her to move about in public. She also said she would feel naked without it.
For years she wore it, so long, that no one could remember the time she moved without it.
That part of her life was only for her to remember.
Now, her bubble had grown so strong, that not only was it impenetrable but also her protective gear. She had friends, many of course, for her charm and her smile called for it. But none could invade this space she kept for herself.
Years ago, when she walked without her shield, she was loved. She gave and received love unconditionally, until one day, someone took that for granted, stripped her off her defenses and took away all that she had.
And then, all she had was herself.
She didn't buy this bubble, nor was it gifted to her, it formed on it's own and she grew into it. Suddenly, she didn't want to be loved in return for the love she gave.
But like all fairy tales, that bubble popper had to cross her path, and the world is grateful for him.
He walked by her, bubble and all, and never once took notice of it. He gave her love like she gave it out to the rest, but the love he gave could only be seen and not felt. Now she felt trapped, what had she done to herself over all these years?
She had locked herself up so hard that now she lived where no one could reach her, not even the ones she wanted to reach out to, herself.
Separated by a thick wall of insecurity, he was not willing to leave her sulking within her a cocoon of her past.
Like a knight in shinning armor, he expressed his desire to love her and never leave her. And after all these years, she saw eyes that loved and waited to see her through no wall at all.
Her bubble begin to choke her, she suffocated in this cell she locked herself up in.
This abyss of darkness, pride, pity and tears,
And before he knew it, his heart skipped at the sight of her pain and without a thought he drew his sword and tore down the walls that threatened to swallow her.
In a split second, she was in his arms, panting, breathing quick but gradually growing normal.
He held her. For the 1st time, she felt naked and she liked it.
It was okay to be naked this way, when someone's love clothed you and more importantly, fit you perfectly.
For years she wore it, so long, that no one could remember the time she moved without it.
That part of her life was only for her to remember.
Now, her bubble had grown so strong, that not only was it impenetrable but also her protective gear. She had friends, many of course, for her charm and her smile called for it. But none could invade this space she kept for herself.
Years ago, when she walked without her shield, she was loved. She gave and received love unconditionally, until one day, someone took that for granted, stripped her off her defenses and took away all that she had.
And then, all she had was herself.
She didn't buy this bubble, nor was it gifted to her, it formed on it's own and she grew into it. Suddenly, she didn't want to be loved in return for the love she gave.
But like all fairy tales, that bubble popper had to cross her path, and the world is grateful for him.
He walked by her, bubble and all, and never once took notice of it. He gave her love like she gave it out to the rest, but the love he gave could only be seen and not felt. Now she felt trapped, what had she done to herself over all these years?
She had locked herself up so hard that now she lived where no one could reach her, not even the ones she wanted to reach out to, herself.
Separated by a thick wall of insecurity, he was not willing to leave her sulking within her a cocoon of her past.
Like a knight in shinning armor, he expressed his desire to love her and never leave her. And after all these years, she saw eyes that loved and waited to see her through no wall at all.
Her bubble begin to choke her, she suffocated in this cell she locked herself up in.
This abyss of darkness, pride, pity and tears,
And before he knew it, his heart skipped at the sight of her pain and without a thought he drew his sword and tore down the walls that threatened to swallow her.
In a split second, she was in his arms, panting, breathing quick but gradually growing normal.
He held her. For the 1st time, she felt naked and she liked it.
It was okay to be naked this way, when someone's love clothed you and more importantly, fit you perfectly.
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