Life through my spiritual eyes❤️
Her Walls Will Crumble ❤️
She never let her guard down. She knew what she wanted and she held her ground. She was strong willed. She wasn't cold, she just didn't take any crap from anyone. She hated confrontations. She spoke up when she felt she needed to, and stayed quiet when it wasn't worth any response. She didn't want those who deeply hurt her to know it and think they won. She's not weak, she was made strong over experiences. She viewed friendships to be quality and not quantity. She had very few girlfriends because she hated the drama, gossip, and backstabbing. It was exhausting to her. She had more friends with boys because the friendships were less work. No drama, no talking behind backs, no judgements, and it was easier. Far easier. She always held strong bonds with men in her life, and weary of women she knew. She never knew why that was, but she accepted that about her. She was old fashioned in her thinking and prim and proper. Yet her sensual darkness runs free and unyielding in the private shadows. She was a contradiction in some sense. She was a walking stanza of a poem. A few words shown, but deep in meaning and feeling when you analyzed what you saw and heard from her. She never wanted to feel vulnerable. Never allowed herself to be. But when she meets her one.. Her walls will crumble and she'll never look back.