As we get older and have more experiences, we slowly build walls. They're not intentional, but as we go through life, we learn more and more about what we want, and what we don't want, and we don't want to get hurt. Walls help with that. If no one can get over them, they can't hurt us.
I've built walls. I didn't mean to, but they just happened. I don't enjoy heartache, and frankly, I just don't have time for it, nor can my waistline afford it. If I'm being honest with myself and everyone else, I've been living behind these walls, probably one in particular, for a few years. Maybe it's the sap in me giving into the Season of Love we've found ourselves engulfed in when we go down the candy aisle at the grocery store. Maybe it's midnight and the glass of red wine talking. Or maybe it's just getting awfully dark in this little room I've built for myself. Whatever it is, I think it's time to take a risk, sweetheart.