Distance.
I don't like its being kept. I keep it.
Don't be angry. It's just, so many times, people have walked in and walked all over my heart. They come, they take, they go ... and I'm the miserable little nut who cares too much too soon and far too often. I've learned to just let go.
Boundaries. I set them where they affect not-you-just-me: if I can help, then let me, but my secrets are my own. I hide them, striving for you not to see. Why? Because, if you ask me to let down walls, I hate to guard. The strong can hurt - the weaker need their rest. If I am helping you, then you need me to be gentle. I only fight for others - not for me. Why hurt you when you came to me bleeding?
Foolishness. But, God help me, I would not hurt you.
Would you hurt me?
Distance.
