For how many years, we build walls to protect our most precious things, hide what is really inside and to keep the air of mystery.
Those bricks were made of memories- happiness and miseries.
The memories that made us shattered yet made us whole again.
... and with just one slip of a moment, those years that we spent building up these walls came into crash by one single blow. It didn't occur to me that I, myself have let someone crashed these walls that I built for a long time. I was the culprit of my own failure, only because I loved.
