So here it is: my walls are up because the last time I pulled them down, someone came along and messed me up. And I… I didn’t think I’d ever get out of it, not whole anyway. And when I did, when I finally found myself okay after so many tears I thought, no one is worth this. So I put my walls back down, high than high thinking I would not let anyone ever knock them down again. But then you came along. Now I’m not sure of anything. Is it worth the risk, to let the walls down, to take that leap of faith, to allow myself to fall, with you, tell me is it worth it?
— (via eletheowl)
