when I meet a girl I like…we hang. do fun crazy shit. eat tons of food. show her a good time. make her open up to me. charming. but I stay closed off. I chuckle off questions about myself. I always keep a wall up. I hate feels. I like to see her hit rock bottom. I like to see how she reacts and carries herself up when she’s helpless. I don’t offer her a hand. because if she cannot love herself and be strong for herself…than neither can I. if the girl touches the heavens once again and a radiance breaks through her lips…the walls come down. I melt into a pool of feels and an endless supply of myself. I become vulnerable if she allows me to.
