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"...coz when you went away, I built myself a fortress. Brick by brick. Rock by rock. And slowly, it became a habitual relief. Without realising, these walls go higher and higher. I feel safe in here. I'm not letting anyone in again. Not even you. Now and again, I hear your voice through those walls. I hear your cries, and my heart breaks. That frustration in your voice. I know you're not angry at me. You said it so yourself - you can never stay angry at me. I have that power over you. And you. You had that power over me too, but one wrong turn....

I'm sorry. It is not my heart that I'm defending. It's my pride..."


166
"...because you and I fit like a glove. Because you and I make the rest of the world seem as if they're trying too hard. You and I seem so effortless.

You have a history, and so have I. You say your heart is murky, wait till you see mine. And because of this and many, many more, I view the future with trepidation. Maybe too much -that it takes out what's natural between us, that it denies what's effortless. That it makes us like one of them. These gloves don't fit anymore.

I'm sorry. It is not my heart that I'm defending. It's yours..."


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".....So here we are again. We've been down this road before. So all should seem familiar. Remember, the deafening silence is not the enemy. It grows on you.

Now don't be sorry...the heart is where it wants to be. Home.... again."

-Trinny Nichols