What is it? What makes it so special? So Unique? Were raised being taught it can only be found with one person, that it is rare, and even that it doesn’t exist. So where did this love fable start and when did I start believing it? I went through the motions of love. I let you in behind each of my walls which keep everyone else out. But nothing penetrates nor leaves my deepest most solid wall. The wall hides the damage that I cover up with a smile each day when you kiss my cheek and ask me how my day went. That wall prevents me from feeling that little skip in your heart you’re supposed to feel when he holds your hand  or pulls you in close. My walls are build too strong and too tall for even me to tear down. I’ve built a prison for my heart, somebody get me out.